• When at last I sleep the sleep of death;
• Morn thou not o'er me.
• For I will have set my ship
• Upon a brightly shinning sea.

• Pain and sickness I leave behind.
• Sorrow I shall feel no more
• When I reach my new destination
• And embark upon that golden shore

• Darkness there shall ne're prevail;
• Troubles there will be none.
• Joy and light will always be,
• From sun to shinning sun.

• Cast not thine tears of grief,
• O'er this now empty grave;
• For death is but a hollow victory.
• Through grace, God my soul did save.

• Though to dust my body must yeild;
• The sleep of death my soul did set free,
• To walk the streets of gold
• Throughout eternity.