Thou whom we live in fear of,
Art the final moment of respite
Bringing rest to mine weary soul
Thou whom we live our lives dreading,
Art the ultimate salvation to wretched life
That deep down we so desire

Ah! Greatest irony!
Lamenting the numerous woes of life
And yet thy cool embrace is shunned
Man! How foolish!
Blinded by greedy pursuit of Life
We fail to see the beauty of her cousin

Oh, rejoice at the coming of he!
Whose cold bony hands shall caress
My lifeless drained spirit
And softly in my ear
The melody of heaven
He shalt deliver