| lyric | O Lord, let thy blest angel come
At my last end and take me home
To Abraham’s protection.
The body in its house of stone,
Made still, with no more grief or pain,
Shall rest till ressurection.
And then from death awaken me,
That mine own eyes may look on thee
in all delight, O Son of God,
My Saviou and my throne of good.
Lord Jesu Christ, O hear my prayer,
For I Would praise thee evermore. |