Departure

    The hour of my departure's come;
    I hear the voice that calls me home;
    At last, O Lord! let trouble cease,
    And let thy servant die in peace,
    And let thy servant die in peace.

    The race appointed I have run;
    The combat's o'er, the prize is won;
    And now my witness is on high,
    And now my record's in the sky,
    And now my record's in the sky.

    Not in mine innocence I trust;
    I bow before thee in the dust;
    And through my Saviour's blood alone,
    I look for mercy at thy throne,
    I look for mercy at thy throne.

    I leave the world without a tear,
    Save for the friends I held so dear;
    To heal their sorrows, Lord, descend,
    And to the friendless prove a friend,
    And to the friendless prove a friend.

    I come, I come, at thy command,
    I give my spirit to thy hand;
    Stretch forth thine everlasting arms,
    And shield me in the last alarms,
    And shield me in the last alarms.

    The hour of my departure's come;
    I hear the voice that calls me home;
    At last, O Lord! let trouble cease,
    And let thy servant die in peace,
    And let thy servant die in peace.

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