1 And am I only born to die?
And must I suddenly comply
With nature’s stern decree?
What after death for me remains?
Celestial joys, or hellish pains,
To all eternity?
2 How then ought I on earth to live,
While God prolongs the kind reprieve,
And props the house of clay;
My sole concern, my single care,
To watch, and tremble, and prepare
Against the fatal day!
3 No room for mirth or trifling here,
For worldly hope, or worldly fear,
If life so soon is gone;
If now the Judge is at the door,
And all mankind must stand before
Th'inexorable throne!
4 No matter which my thoughts employ;
A moment’s misery, or joy;
But oh! when both shall end,
Where shall I find my destin'd place?
Shall I my everlasting days
With fiends or angels spend?
5 Nothing is worth a thought beneath
But how I may escape the death
That never, never dies!
How make mine own election sure;
And when I fail on earth, secure
A mansion in the skies.
6 Jesus, vouchsafe a pitying ray,
Be thou my guide, be thou my way
To glorious happiness!
Ah! write the pardon on my heart!
And whensoe’er I hence depart,
Let me depart in peace.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | And am I only born to die? |
Meter: | P. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
Topic: | Holy Spirit: The certaintiy of death and Judgment |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |