Come, gentle Death

Come, gentle death,

Come, blissful repose,

Thy solace come give me,

Of this world's woes relieve me.

Come, I wait for thee,

Come soon and lead thou me;

Do thou my eyelids close.

Come, blissful repose!

Come, gentle death,

Come, blissful repose,

For Heaven's call sweet soundeth,

There greater joy aboundeth.

Thus, e'er prepared am I

To bid the world good-bye.

Now I my eyelids close.

Come, blissful repose!