Hymn H150

My life's a shade, my days
Apace to death decline;
My Lord is life, He'll raise
My dust again, even mine.

The peaceful grave shall keep
My bones till that sweet day
I wake from my long sleep,
And leave my bed of clay.

I said sometimes with tears,
Ah me! I'm loth to die!
Lord, silence Thou these fears;
My life's with Thee on high.

Then welcome, harmless grave!
In thee to rest I'll go:
My Lord from death shall save
At final trumpet's blow.