My God, thy service well demands

The remnant of my days:

Why was this fleeting breath renewed,

But to renew thy praise?

2 Thine arms of everlasting love

Did this weak frame sustain;

When life was hovering o’er the grave,

And nature sunk with pain.

3 Thou, when the pains of death were felt,

Didst chase the fears of hell,

And teach my pale and quivering lips

Thy matchless grace to tell.

4 Calmly I bowed my fainting head

On thy dear, faithful breast;

Pleased to obey my Father’s call

To his eternal rest.

5 Into thy hands, my Saviour God,

Did I my soul resign,

In firm dependence on that truth

Which made salvation mine.

6 Back from the borders of the grave,

At thy command I come,

Nor will I urge a speedier flight

To my celestial home.