The Hour Of Departure
( Originally Published Early 1900's )[an error occurred while processing this directive]
REV. JOHN LOGAN.
THE hour of my departure's come,
I hear the voice that calls me home;
At last, 0 Lord ! let trouble cease,
And let thy servant die in peace.
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 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.
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.
The hour of my departure's come,
I hear the voice that calls me home ;
Now, 0 my God, let trouble cease,
Now let thy servant die in peace.