In sweet rest I may lie,
When we part at the bounds of the pilgrim land,
Thou, soul and I.
Then doth the Soul make answer.
I thank thee that thou on the pilgrim road
Hast been my comrade true;
Often wert thou a weary load,
Yet didst thou bear me through.
When the Day shall come that is to dawn
Shall all thy sorrows be past and gone;