I know my end must surely come,

But know not when or where or how,

It may be I shall hear my doom

To-night, to-morrow, nay or now

Ere yet the present hour is fled,

This living body may be dead.

Lord Jesus, let me daily die,

And at the last Thy presence give,

Then Death his utmost power may try,

He can but make me truly live,

Then welcome my last hour shall be,

When, where, and how it pleases Thee.