I know the doom that must befall me,

But know not when, or where, or how;

It may be that my God will call me

To-day, tomorrow, nay, or now;

Ere yet this present hour is fled

This living body may be dead.

Lord, let me die to self each hour,

And at the last Thy presence give,

Then Death may try his utmost power,

He can but make me truly live;

Then welcome my last hour shall be

When, where, and how it pleases Thee.