YES, I shall reach a shore,
And find a grave,
Where the stream shall be no more;
But in the circling wave;
Where tributary waters
Find an eternal rest,
I shall be blest;
One of the many daughters
Sinking upon the parent ocean’s breast.
Be thou like me,
As fearless and as free.
Shine in the heavenly light
As joyous and as bright.
Be faithful, patient, pure,
And to the end endure.
And when thou layest down
The helmet, breastplate, shield,
Changing the battlefield
For peace, and strife for calm —
Take up the royal robe, the kingly crown;
Take up the conqueror’s palm,
And then, like me,
Ascribe the victory,
“O King of kings, and Lord of lords, to Thee!”