There is an hour when I must part
With all I hold most dear;
And life, with its best hopes, will then
As nothingness appear.
There is an hour when I must sink
Beneath the stroke of death,
And yield to Him who gave it first
My struggling vital breath.
There is an hour when I must stand
Before the judgmentseat,
And all my actions, thoughts and words
In trying ordeal meet.
Oh, may I now be wise, while still
That hour's in future stored,
And live acceptably to Him
Who is my Judge and Lord.