My life’s a shade, my days
Apace to death decline;
My Lord is life; he’ll raise
My dust again, e’en mine.
Chorus:
Sweet truth to me!
I shall arise,
And with these eyes
My Savior see.
I said, sometimes in tears,
Ah me! I’m loath to die;
Lord, silence thou those fears,
My life’s with thee on high.
(Chorus)
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