If one morning I should not wake
No wealth from the world well I take
Only thoughts of friends I left behind
And the gift of love of Angel well be mine
Sweet love and hates well be forgot
For any such feeling cannot be bought
Friends well come some may not
For no amount of pity have I sought
I thank you Jesus for the life you gave
And what is left of mine is yours to save
Nor of the devil well I be a slave
I be but a shadow in the morning mist
For all those who on my coffin kissed