The Hour Of Death After This Lifes

In The Hour Of Death After This Lifes Whim

When The Heart Beats Low And The Eyes Grow Dim

And Pain Has Exhausted Every Limb

The Lover Of The Lord Shall Trust In Him

When The Will Has Forgotten The Lifelong Aim

And The Mind Can Only Disgrace Its Fame

And A Man Is Uncertain Of His Own Name

The Power Of The Lord Shall Fill This Frame

When The Last Sigh Is Heaved And The Last Tear Shed

And The Coffin Is Waiting Beside The Bed

And The Widow And Child Forsake The Dead

The Angel Of The Lord Shall Lift This Head

For Even The Purest Delight May Pall

And Power Must Fail And The Pride Must Fall

And The Love Of The Dearest Friends Grow Small

But The Glory Of The Lord Is All In All