Request

O God...when I come,
To thee on high.
When from this life,
T'is time to die.

Let me be rushed,
From this abode.
And lay aside,
This early load.

Let me not stay,
And breath attain.
To loose my strength,
And cry in pain.

But let me leave,
With a spirit warm.
And a countenance,
Unscarred by storm.

Let me be changed,
To sever earth's tie.
In the upward glance,
Of a twinkling eye.


E.P. 1908 - 1989