Hymnal: Hymns and Spiritual Songs, in Three Books #II.XXVIII (1793) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Stoop down, my thoughts, that use to rise Lyrics: 1 Stoop down, my thoughts, that use to rise,
Converse a while with death:
Think how a gasping mortal lies,
And pants away his breath.
2 His quiv'ring lip hangs feeble down,
His pulses faint and few;
Then speechless, with a doleful groan,
He bids the world adieu.
3 But Oh, the soul that never dies!
At once it leaves the clay!
Ye thoughts, pursue it where it flies,
And track its wondrous way.
4 Up to the courts where angels dwell,
It mounts, triumphing there;
Or devils plunge it down to hell,
In infinite 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 Jesus, to thy dear faithful hand
My naked soul I trust:
And my flesh waits for thy command,
To drop into my dust. Languages: English
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