The Soul's Release

When the spark of life is waning

Weep not for me:

When the languid eye is straining,

Weep not for me.

When the feeble pulse is ceasing,

Start not at its swift decreasing,

'T is the fettered soul's releasing;

Weep not for me.

When the pangs of death assail me,

Weep not for me:

Christ is mine,-

He cannot fail me,-

Weep not for me.

Yes! though sin and doubt endeavour

From His love my soul to sever,

Jesus is my strength for ever;

Weep not for me.