Now that my life's hard work is all quite done, Just leisure is what old age shall be bringing. And what perhaps I will still look upon With harp and psaltry I will still be singing. I gave you all I got from God above, Not for myself, among you I've been living. And when you're giving hatred for my love, I'll be content with these thanks you are giving. Now that my life's hard pains are all quiet done, To soothe my grief on God I am depending. And what might still on me will come upon He shall, in me, lead to a joyous ending. The guilt you burdened me with heavily, Was partially not my own, I must be saying. The worldly thoughts on this which stir in me, I'll gladly hide, except when I am praying. Now that my life's hard test is all quiet done, The Lord's own verdict I might soon be hearing, Which way on me He might decide upon It's my salvation, nothing I'd be fearing. I cheer. From dungeons I will be set free; At last, this prison's ties He'll sever. Farewell! And he who still will misjudge me Might just as well go on, hate me for ever! The End.