At the final drawn breath,
When this mortal frame
Doth fail and the heart stop,
Death begins—eternity is crowned.

This day will come soon,
Sooner than thou dost hope for;
It will come like a thief in the night,
And boldly take hold.

Yea, death will come quickly;
So behold, ye sinners, Christ crucified.
For He alone is thy only anchor
In the storm of death’s curse.

No other can save thee
From the bondage of sin;
So come, ye slaves to sin—
Be set free in Christ.

The key of Heaven
Is the gospel of grace;
All who come and embrace it
Will in Heaven have a place.

There is no need
To fear the woe of death,
For Christ hath defeated it.