1 For me to live is Jesus,
To die is gain for me;
So when my Savior pleases,
I meet death willingly.
2 For Christ, my Lord, my brother,
I leave this world so dim
And gladly seek another,
Where I shall be with Him.
3 My woes are nearly over,
Though long and dark the road;
My sin His merits cover,
And I have peace with God.
4 Lord, when my pow'rs are failing,
My breath comes heavily,
And words are unavailing.
O hear my sighs to Thee.
5 In my last hour, O grant me
A slumber soft and still,
No doubts to vex or haunt me,
Safe anchored in Thy will;
6 And so to Thee still cleaving
When death shall come to me,
I fall asleep believing
And wake in heav'n with Thee!
