Hymns, Selected and Original ‎#682

682. My God, thy service well demands

1 My God, thy service well demands
The remnant of my days;
Why was this fleeting breath renew'd,
But to renew thy praise?

2 Thine arms of everlasting love
Did this weak frame sustain;
When life was hov'ring o'er the grave,
And nature sunk with pain.

3 Thou, when the pains of death were felt,
Didst chase the fears of hell;
And teach my pale and quiv'ring lips
Thy matchless grace to tell.

4 Calmly I bow'd my fainting head
On thy dear faithful breast;
Pleas'd to obey my Father's call
To his eternal rest.

5 Into thy hands, my Saviour God,
Did I my soul resign:
In firm dependence on that truth,
Which made salvation mine.

6 Back from the borders of the grave,
At thy command I come:
Nor will I urge a speedier flight,
To my celestial home.

Text Information

• First Line: My God, thy service well demands
• Meter: C. M.
• Publication Date: 1828
• Topic: Sickness and Recovery

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