THERE is an hour when I must part With all I hold most dear, And life with its best hopes will then As nothingness appear.
There is an hour when I must sink Beneath the stroke of death; And yield to Him, Who gave it first, My struggling, vital breath.
There is an hour when I must stand Before the judgement seat; And all my sins, and all my foes, In awful vision meet.
There is an hour when I must look On one eternity; And nameless woe, or blissful life, My endless portion be.
O Saviour, then, in all my need Be near, so near to me; And let my soul, by steadfast faith, Find life and Heaven in Thee.
Andrew Reed, 1787-1862