[1 Death may dissolve my Body now,
And bear my Spirit home;
Why do my Minutes move so slow,
Nor my Salvation come?
2 With Heav'nly Weapons I have fought
The Battles of the Lord;
Finish'd my Course, and kept the Faith,
And wait the sure Reward.]
3 God has laid up in Heav'n for me
A Crown which cannot fade;
The Righteous Judge at that great Day
Shall place it on my Head.
4 Nor hath the King of Grace decreed
This Prize for me alone;
But all that love, and long to see
Th' Appearance of his Son.
5 Jesus the Lord, shall guard me safe
From ev'ry ill Design;
And to his heav'nly Kingdom take
This feeble Soul of mine.
6 God is my everlasting Aid,
And Hell shall rage in vain;
To him be highest Glory paid
And endless praise. AMEN.
|First Line:||Death may dissolve my Body now|
|Scripture:||2 Timothy 4:6-7|