1 My life's a shade, my days
Apace to death decline:
My Lord is life, he'll raise
My dust again, even mine;
Sweet truth to me! I shall arise
And with these eyes My Saviour see.

2 My peaceful grave shall keep
My bones till that sweet day
I wake from my long sleep
And leave my bed of clay;
Sweet truth to me! I shall arise
And with these eyes My Saviour see.

3 My Lord his angels shall
Their golden trumpets sound,
At whose most welcome call
My grave shall be unbound.
Sweet truth to me! I shall arise
And with these eyes My Saviour see.

4 I said sometimes with tears,
Ah me! I'm loth to die,
Lord, silence thou those fears;
My life's with thee on high.
Sweet truth to me! I shall arise
And with these eyes My Saviour see.

5 What means my trembling heart
To be thus shy of death?
With life I shall not part,
Though I resign my breath.
Sweet truth to me! I shall arise
And with these eyes My Saviour see.

6 Then welcome, harmless grave;
By thee to heaven I'll go,
My Lord his death shall save
Me from the flames below
Sweet truth to me! I shall arise
And with these eyes My Saviour see.