MY God, when nature's frame shall sink,
And totter on destruction's brink,
Be Thou my portion, and my cup,
And bear my fainting spirit, up.
For Thou didst form me first, from clay;
Hast led me, through life's devious way;
Then take, O God, my parting breath,
Support me in the hour of death.
And when before the throne I stand,
And wait Thy judgment's dread command,
Do Thou, my strong supporter, be,
And save the soul, that trusts in Thee.
Thou, Saviour, for my sins hast died,
Thy grace alone, my strength supplied;
Then cast me not, O Lord, away,
But save me, in the judgment day.