S135. While on the verge of life I stand

1 While on the verge of life I stand,
And view the scene on either hand,
My spirit struggles with my clay,
And longs to wing his flight away.

2 Where Jesus dwells my soul would be;
And faints my much lov'd Lord to see;
Earth, twine no more about my heart;
For 'tis far better to depart.

3 Come, ye angelic convoys, come,
And lead the willing pilgrim home;
Ye know the way to Jesu's throne,
Source of my joys, and of your own.

4 That blissful interview, how sweet!
To fall transported at his feet!
Rais'd in his arms to see his face
Through the full beamings of his grace.

5 As with a seraph's voice to sing!
To fly as on a cherub's wings!
Performing with unweary'd hands
The present Saviour's high commands.

6 Yet with these prospects full in sight,
We'll wait thy signal for the flight;
For while thy service we pursue,
We find a heav'n begun below.

Text Information
First Line: While on the verge of life I stand
Meter: L. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1825
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