1 When death appears before my sight,
In all his dire array;
Unequal to the dreadful fight,
My courage dies away.
2 How shall I meet this potent foe,
Whose frown my soul alarms?
Dark horror sits upon his brow,
And vict'ry waits his arms.
3 But see my glorious Leader nigh!
Jesus, my Saviour lives:
Before him death's pale terrors fly,
And my faint heart revives.
4 O may I meet the final hour
With fortitude divine!
Sustain'd by God's almighty pow'r,
The conquest must be mine.
5 Lord! I commit my soul to thee:
Accept the sacred trust;
Receive this nobler part of me,
And watch my sleeping dust.
6 O let me join angelick lays,
And, with the blissful throng,
Resound salvation, pow'r, and praise,
In everlasting song!
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First Line: | When death appears before my sight |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1814 |
Topic: | Death |