When the spark of life is waning,

Weep not for me;

When the languid eye is streaming,

Weep not for me;

When the feeble pulse is ceasing,

Start not at its swift decreasing,

’Tis the fettered soul’s releasing,

Weep not for me.

2 When the pangs of death assail me,

Weep not for me;

Christ is mine, he can not fail me,

Weep not for me;

Yes, though sin and doubt endeavor,

From his love my soul to sever,

Jesus is my strength for ever;

Weep not for me.