When the sun of your life has gone down and the clouds in the west turn to gold, endless death will to you then have come if the light has gone out in your soul. Oh, just think how in death you would feel with the light growing *** in your soul. Oh, how long it will be, oh, how still if the light has gone out in your soul. When you come to the end of the way and life's story for you has been told, oh, how sad all to you will appear if the light has gone out in your soul. Oh, just think how in death you would feel with the light growing *** in your soul. Oh, how long it will be, oh, how still if the light has gone out in your soul. When the chilly winds of death around you steal and the sweat upon your brow is damp and cold, what a dread in your life you would feel if the light has gone out in your soul. Then before the judgment fire you shall stand and your deeds of you have control. Good and evil appears, oh, what sin if the light has gone out in your soul. Oh, just think how in death you would feel with the light growing *** in your soul. Oh, how long it will be, oh, how still if the light has gone out in your soul.