Preparation for Death, 66

Far from passion, and from pride,
Hide me, by Thy presence hide
From the world's outrageous wrongs,
From the angry strife of tongues,
From the malice of the fiend,
From the woes that never end,
From the memory of ill,
From myself, and all I feel.

Poor, unnoticed, and unknown,
Let me dwell with Thee alone,
Dwell in safety and in peace,
Cease from sin, for ever cease:
Or, if grief with life must last,
Let me wail my follies past,
Live my follies to lament,
Die a pardon'd penitent.

Dying every mournful day,
Let me at Thy footstool pray,
Drink Thy indignation's cup,
Fill my mournful measure up:
Then Thy servant, Lord, dismiss
With a reconciling kiss,
Binding up my broken heart
Bid me then in peace depart.