Ah! Lord when my last end is come, bid angels bear my spirit home to Abr'hams bosom going; My flesh laid in the quiet tomb, shall sleep until the day of doom, nor pain nor sorrow knowing. Then waking from that dark abode, mine eyes shall see thee face to face. In boundless joy, O Son of God, my Saviour and my Throne of Grace. Lord Jesus Christ, give ear to me, give ear to me, Who sing unending praise to thee.