When the vale of death appears,

Faint and cold this mortal clay,

Blest Redeemer, soothe my fears,

Light me through the gloomy way;

Break the shadows,

Usher in eternal day.

2 Upward from this dying state

Bid my waiting soul aspire;

Open thou the crystal gate;

To thy praise attune my lyre:

Then, triumphant,

I will join the immortal choir.