اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
My latest sun is sinking fast,
My race is nearly run
My strongest trials now are past
My triumph is begun
I know I'm nearing holy ranks
Of friends and kindred dear
I brush the dew of Jordan's banks
The crossing must be near
I've almost gained my heav'nly home
My spirit loudly sings
The holy ones behold they come
I hear the noise of wings
O come, angel band come and around me stand
O bear me away on your snowy wings to my immortal home
O bear me away on your snowy wings to my immortal home
O bear my longing heart to Him
Who bled and died for me
Whose blood now cleanses from all sin
And gives me victory
