Death a Sleep

DEpart from what? and whither go?
But why art in such haste?
O 'tis because thou well didst know
How sweet Christ's love doth taste.

Depart from Earth, and go to Heav'n,
From Saints that dwell below,
To them to whom bless'd Crowns are given,
Who do no sorrow know.

Depart from Sin and Suffering,
To go to lasting bliss;
From being Poor, to be a King!
What change is there like this?

But yet thou must wait till the time
That God prefixed hath;
And then thou shalt depart in peace,
And have the end of Faith.

O happy Man, thou art the Lord's,
Let death come when it will:
And he thy precious Soul at last
Will with his glory fill.