Preparation for Death, 40

Father of all, to Thee I come!
By Thee supported from the womb,
Thy providential charge and care,
I magnify Thy gracious power,
Who dost to life's extremest hour
My every grief and burden bear.

Thou never wilt Thine own forsake.
Till pure I give my spirit back
Into those blessed hands of Thine
Thy name ineffable receive,
An image of Thy glory live.
And with Thy light for ever shine.

My deathless soul, my mouldering dust,
To God the merciful and just,
Through Christ, I faithfully commend;
Kept by my Advocate above,
Told in a whisper of His love,
That hope and heaven is in my end!

This, this is all my heart's desire,
When mercy doth my soul require,
By Jesus found mature in grace,
In full conformity Divine
My spotless spirit to resign,
And see my Saviour face to face.