The hour of my departure’s come;

I hear the voice that calls me home;

At last, O Lord! let troubles cease,

And let thy servant die in peace.

2 The race appointed I have run,

The combat’s o’er, the prize is won;

And now my witness is on high,

And now my record’s in the sky.

3 Not in mine innocence I trust;

I bow before thee in the dust;

And through my Saviour’s blood alone

I look for mercy at thy throne.

4 I come, I come at thy command;

I give my spirit to thy hand;

Stretch forth thine everlasting arms,

And shield me in the last alarms.