Could not I come to Thee, Lord, for these
So very many hindrances
That slack my pace, yet not make me stay
Who slowly goes rids, in the end his way

Clear thou my paths, all these many miles
remove the bars, lift me o're the stiles  
since rough the way, help me when I call
and take me up, Lord, slow down my fall

Fain would I rest, yet covet not death
For fear of a future full of distress
No thou know'st all, of my wishes be
To leave this life not, loving it but Thee

By all the glories of the day
By that last sunset touch that lay
In the cool evening’s benison
Upon the hills where day was done

And blessings carelessly received
By all the days that I have lived
By beauty lavishly outpoured
Make me a man, a soldier, O Lord

When that I shall depart from all this
From all the things that I will miss
When death shall be, before my door
Help me to leave, to die, O Lord