Preparation for Death, 57

Jesus, my hope of heavenly rest,
Grant a departing soul's request,
If Thy desires in mine I feel
And ask according to Thy will.
Ah, make me, ere I hence remove,
Meet to partake Thy joys above,
To triumph with the sons of grace,
And pure in heart to see Thy face.
Soon as the mighty change I know
Through life, through death in peace I go
Now, Lord, the gracious work begin,
Forgive, and finish all my sin.
Redeem'd from passion and from pride,
In Thee my blameless spirit hide,
Thyself my glorious earnest be,
My life, and immortality.
Thou only canst my soul prepare,
And stamp me with Thy character,
Thy new mysterious name impart,
Thy nature spread throughout my heart.
Then I am ready for my Lord,
I wait the kind transporting word,
Thine utmost truth and goodness prove,
And die to see the God I love.