1 I fall asleep in Jesus' wounds,
There pardon for my sins abounds;
Yea, Jesus' blood and righteousness
My jewels are, my glorious dress.

2 In which before my God I'll stand
When I shall reach the heavenly land.
So now in peace I yield my breath,
I am God's child in life and death.

3 'Tis well, O death, thou takest me
To dwell with Christ eternally;
Through Jesus Christ I am made whole;
Receive, O Lord, my ransomed soul!