My Spirit waits for thee (Let down the Bars, O Death)

Weary and sad of heart,
my spirit waits for thee
whose comfort bring hallowed peace,
whose death bro't life to me.
Thine is the tend'rest care,
thine ever living love.
Redeeming grace abounds with thee,
O Fairer than the fair !

Let down the bars, O Death !
The tired flocks comes in
Whose bleating ceases to repeat,
Whose wandering is done.
Thine is the stillest night,
Thine the securest fold,
Too near thou art for seeking thee,
Too tender to be told.