Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David ‎#XXXV

XXXV. Death and Eternity

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

2 His quivering lip hangs feebly down,
His pulses faint and few;
Then speechless, with a doleful groan,
He bids the world adieu.

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

4 Up to the courts where angels dwell,
It mounts triumphing there;
Or devils plunge it down to hell,
In terror and 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 Almighty Saviour, to thy hand
My naked soul I trust;
My flesh shall wait thy kind command,
To mingle with the dust.

Text Information

• First Line: Stoop down, my thoughts, which use to rise
• Title: Death and Eternity
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1787

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