When once in turn my hour is here, And I shall hence betake me, Then, O Lord Jesus, keep thou near, With help do not forsake me; My soul then at my final end Into thy hand I do commend: Thou wilt, Lord, safely guard it. 2. My sins will press my heart with care, My conscience will accuse me, For they are many, yet despair With doubts shall not confuse me; I will remember, Lord, thy death, And wounds, and words of thy last breath: Yea, these will then sustain me. 8. Lord, of thy body I am part: This membership doth cheer me, 'Mid woe and throes of death, my heart Inseparate is near thee. And though I die, I die to thee, Eternal life hast thou for me, Lord, by thy dying purchased. 4. Since thou art risen from the tomb, I shall not therein languish; Thy Ascent cheers me in the gloom, Doth even death-fear vanquish; For where thou art, there shall I be, That I may ever live with thee: Hence I depart rejoicing. 5. 'Tis well! I part, by Jesus blest; To Him will I betake me: Thus fall asleep and gently rest, No mortal can awake me. And Christ, the Lord, to whom I flee, Will open heaven's door to me, Lead me to life eternal. Glad Eternity. Wachet auf! ruft uns die Stimme. Wake, awake, for night is flying, The watchmen on the heights are crying; Awake, Jerusalem, at last! Midnight hears the welcome voices, And at the thrilling cry rejoices: Come forth, ye virgins, night is past! The bridegroom comes, awake, Your lamps with gladness take; Hallelujah! And for His marriage feast prepare, For you must go to meet Him there. 2. Zion hears the watchmen singing, All her heart with joy is springing, She wakes, she rises from her gloom; For her Lord comes down all-glorious, The strong in grace, in truth victorious, Her star is risen, her light is come! Ah come, thou blessed Lord, O Jesus, Son of God, Hallelujah! We follow till the halls we see Where thou hast bid us sup with thee. 3. Now let all the heavens adore thee, And men and angels sing before thee, With harp and cymbal's clearest tone; Of one pearl each shining portal, Where we are with the choir immortal Of angels round thy dazzling throne; Nor eye hath seen, nor ear Hath yet attained to hear What there is ours, But we rejoice and sing to thee Our hymn of joy eternally. Prayers before Meat. The eyes of all wait upon Thee, O Lord: Thou givest them their meat in due season, Thou openest Thy liberal hand, and satisfiest the desire of every living thing. Amen. Come, Lord Jesus, be Thou our guest, And let all Thou giv'st us be blest. Amen.