His Dying Words

In 1876, Philip Bliss and his wife were on the way to Chicago to sing at Moody Tabernacle on the last Sunday of the year. They were both killed in a train wreck on the way. Found in his trunk were the words to a new hymn he had written,

I will sing of my Redeemer;
And His wondrous love to me;
On the cruel cross He suffered,
From the curse to set me free.

Sing, oh sing, of my Redeemer;
With His blood, He purchased me.
On the cross, he sealed my pardon,
Paid the debt, and made me free.

BTW Bliss wrote many hymn lyrics and even some music, such as the music for "It is well with my Soul". Check his efforts on cyberhymnal.org and select people.