While others pray for grace to die

O Lord, I pray for grace to live;

For every hour a fresh supply;

O see my need and freely give.

2 I do not dread the hour of death;

If I am thine, no fears remain;

I know that with my parting breath

I yield for ever mortal pain.

3 E’en if the darkness should appear

Too deep for faith as well as sight,

If I am thine, thou wilt be near,

And take me to thy heavenly light.

4 But O! my Lord, in life’s highway

I crave the sunshine of thy face;

And every moment of the day

I need thy strong supporting grace.

5 I dare not—will not—Lord, deny

That heart and feet both go astray;

Therefore the more to thee I cry

To keep me in the chosen way.

6 The more my sin and unbelief

Keep me from walking near to thee,

The more, Lord Jesus, is my grief—

The more I long thy face to see.