Lord! unto Thee are ever manifest
My inmost heart's desires, though unexprest
In spoken words. Thy mercy I implore
Even for a moment—then to die were blest.
Oh! if I might but win that grace divine,
Into Thy hand, O Lord, I would resign
My spirit then, and lay me down in peace
To my repose, and sweetest sleep were mine.
Afar from Thee in midst of life I die,
And life in death I find, when Thou art nigh.