II.XXVIII. Death and eternity

1 Stoop down, my thoughts, that use to rise,
Converse a while with death:
Think how a gasping mortal lies,
And pants away his breath.

2 His quiv'ring lip hangs feeble down,
His pulses faint and few;
Then speechless, with a doleful groan,
He bids the world adieu.

3 But Oh, the soul that never dies!
At once it leaves the clay!
Ye thoughts, pursue it where it flies,
And track its wondrous way.

4 Up to the courts where angels dwell,
It mounts, triumphing there;
Or devils plunge it down to hell,
In infinite despair.

5 And must my body faint and die?
And must this soul remove?
Oh, for some guardian angel nigh,
To bear it safe above!

6 Jesus, to thy dear faithful hand
My naked soul I trust:
And my flesh waits for thy command,
To drop into my dust.

Text Information
First Line: Stoop down, my thoughts, that use to rise
Title: Death and eternity
Meter: C. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1793
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