In a little rosewood casket
That is resting on my stand,
Is a package of old letters
Written by a cherished hand.

Will you go and get them sister
Read them o'er to me tonight,
I have often tried to read them
But the tears would blind my sight.

Read those precious lines so slowly
Do not miss not even one,
For the cherished hand that wrote them
His last work for me is done.

You have read them now dear sister
Read them o'er to me again,
As I listen to you read them
I will loose all sense of pain.

When I'm dead and in my coffin
And my shroud all gathered round,
And my little bed is ready
In the cold and silent ground.

Place this letter and his locket
Both together on my heart,
But the little ring he gave me
Never from my finger part.

As I listen to you read them
I will gently fall asleep,
Fall asleep to wake with Jesus
Oh dear sister do not weep.