Will thou be there?

Will thou be there to rescue and my hand hold,

When rushing to drown me the sea would come,

Will thou be there when day turns night and cold

When the wick decays, my limbs become numb

Will thou allot me thy cloak soft to sheath

When this temporal home to dust fades

Will thou lend me a corner in thy heart

When my heartbeats stall, brain turns to jelly

Will thou be there waiting with open arms

When this caged door opens to let bird fly

Will thou come to lead me to my abode

My true abode blissful in thy sweet lap!