The same my way, my home the same.

3Awake, my soul, thy way prepare,

And lose in this each mortal care;

With steady feet that path be trod,

Which, through the grave, conducts to God.

4Father! to thee my all I trust;

And if thou call me down to dust,

I know thy voice, I bless thy hand,

And die in peace at thy command.

542. 7s. M. Pope.