I both believe and fear
and in the time allotted to me ere I die,
I rush to seek redemption of my sins.

And in anticipation of [my death],
my heart, filled with total faith, yet quakes,
and my soul awaits in terror what is to come.

What if in frivolous cares it gets bogged down in
and stays bound to the body when
the heavens open and the trumpet sounds,
and it cannot rise.

On light wings flying off to meet the King...

I have entrusted to the age to come
all that I have -
and with a peaceful conscience
now await my death

If satisfied, salute your friend with hope abundant,
And if not - leave to Christ approval of it all.