There is an hour, when I must part
With all I hold most dear;
And life, with its best hopes, will then
As nothingness appear.
There is an hour, when I must sink
Beneath the stroke of death,
And yield to Him, who gave it first,
My struggling vital breath.
There is an hour, when I must look
On one eternity,
And nameless woe, or blissful life,
My endless portion be.
O Saviour, then, in all my need,
Be near, be near to me;
And let my soul, in steadfast faith,
Find life and heaven in Thee!