When my earthly race is run,
And life’s sun sinks in the west,
Calmly lay me down to rest.
Now I lay me down to rest,
Help me, Lord, to stand the test;
When I’m laid upon the bier,
In the grave there’ll be no fear.
When these throbbing pulses cease,
When with God I’ve made my peace,
Closely in the cold earth pressed,