My span of life will soon be done,
The pass­ing mo­ments say;
As length­en­ing sha­dows o’er the mead
Proclaim the close of day.

O that my heart might dwell aloof
From all cre­at­ed things,
And learn that wis­dom from above
Whence true con­tent­ment springs!

Courage, my soul! thy bit­ter cross,
In eve­ry tri­al here,
Shall bear thee to thy hea­ven above,
But shall not en­ter there.

Courage, my soul, on God re­ly;
Deliverance soon will come;
A thou­sand ways has Pro­vi­dence
To bring be­liev­ers home.