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1 The hour of my departure’s come;
I hear the voice that calls me home;
at last, O Lord! let trouble cease,
and let thy servant die in peace.
2 The race appointed I have run;
the combat’s o’er, the prize is won;
and now my witness is on high,
and now my record’s in the sky.
3 Not in mine innocence I trust;
I bow before thee in the dust;
and through my Saviour’s blood alone
I look for mercy at thy throne.
4 I leave the world without a tear,
save for the friends I held so dear;
to heal their sorrows, Lord, descend,
and to the friendless prove a friend.
5 I come, I come, at thy command,
I give my spirit to thy hand;
stretch forth thine everlasting arms,
and shield me in the last alarms.
6 The hour of my departure’s come;
I hear the voice that calls me home:
now, O my God! let trouble cease,
now let thy servant die in peace.
Source: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #H5
First Line: | The hour of my departure's come |
Author: | John Logan |
Meter: | 8.8.8.8 |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |
The hour of my departure's come. J. Logan. [Death anticipated.] This is hymn No. 5, in 6 stanzas of 4 lines, of the "Hymns" appended to the Scottish Translations and Paraphrases, 1781. We have most reluctantly assigned this sweetly plaintive hymn to J. Logan rather than to M. Bruce. The hymn is in several modern hymn-books in Great Britain and America.
-- John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907)