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THERE is an hour when I must part
   With all I hold most dear,
And life with its best hopes will then
    As nothingness appear.
 
2  There is an hour when I must sink
    Beneath the stroke of death;
And yield to Him, Who gave it first,
    My struggling, vital breath.
 
3  There is an hour when I must stand
    Before the judgement seat;
And all my sins, and all my foes,
    In awful vision meet.
 
4  There is an hour when I must look
    On one eternity;
And nameless woe, or blissful life,
    My endless portion be.
 
5  O Saviour, then, in all my need
    Be near, so near to me;
And let my soul, by steadfast faith,
    Find life and Heaven in Thee.
 
Andrew Reed, 1787-1862