I hear the voice that calls me home;
At last, O Lord! let troubles cease,
And let thy servant die in peace.
2 The race appointed I have run,
The combat’s o’er, the prize is won;
And now my witness is on high,
And now my record’s in the sky.
3 Not in mine innocence I trust;
I bow before thee in the dust;
And through my Saviour’s blood alone