O Thou, who paints the crimson on the rose
And gives the meadow daisy heart of gold,
Unto my soul so sinned and incomplete
Thy will, Thy wish unfold.
And when the last sad day shall come
And in my soul
I know that ere the twilight shadows pall
The bells for me will toll,
Then give me faith to clasp Thy hand and hold
Till boatman safely passes o'er the stream,
And on the part I've played the curtain fall.