I ask to know when time my death might come.
A bit of warning, yea, for ready want
To be. Ye know the suffer’ whence I run.
My eye is veil’d, my house surround by moat.
Do I fear death, my God Divine, so lov’d?
Yea, know its mysteries doth fright’ my mind.
I thank that long have ye so gently rubbed
Away the scare that I have feared a sign.
To go in peace to shore of death I need.
Your Love to feel in depth most time in day.
Surround’ by Love and hope in heart indeed,
I will so walk clear way—in Your sunray!
I ‘scape from fear of death as Love enfold.
Ye know just how to hold so tight my soul.