Death may dissolve my body now, And bear my spirit home;
2 Timothy 4:68,18
Death may dissolve my body now, And bear my spirit home; Why do my minutes move so slow, Nor my salvation come?
With heav'nly weapons I have fought The battles of the Lord; Finished my course, and kept the faith, And wait the sure reward.
God has laid up in heav'n for me A crown which cannot fade; The righteous Judge at that great day Shall place it on my head.
Nor hath the King of grace decreed This prize for me alone; But all that love and long to see Th' appearance of his Son.
Jesus the Lord shall guard me safe From every ill design; And to his heav'nly kingdom keep This feeble soul of mine.
God is my everlasting aid, And hell shall rage in vain; To him be highest glory paid And endless praise–Amen.
~ Isaac Watts
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