1 Death cannot make our souls afraid
If God be with us there;
We may walk thro' its darkest shade,
And never yield to fear.
2 I could renounce my all below,
If my Creator bid;
And run, if I were call'd to go,
And die as Moses did.
3 Might I but climb to Pisgah's top,
And view the promis'd land,
My flesh itself should long to drop,
And pray for the command.
4 Clasp'd in my heav'nly Father's arms,
I would forget my breath,
And lose my life among the charms
Of so divine a death.
Hymns and Spiritual Songs, in Three Books: I. collected from the scriptures, II. composed on divine subjects, III. prepared for the Lord's Supper #II.XLIXDeath cannot make our souls afraid,
If God be with us there;
We may walk through its darkest shade,
And never yield to fear.
I could renounce my all below,
If my Creator bid;
And run, if I were called to go,
And die as Moses did.
Might I but climb to Pisgah's top,
And view the promised land,
My flesh itself should long to drop,
And pray for the command.
Clasped in my heav'nly Father's arms,
I would forget my breath,
And lose my life among the charms
Of so divine a death.
Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #II.491 Death cannot make our souls afraid,
If God be with us there;
We may walk through its darkest shade,
And never yield to fear.
2 I could renounce my all below,
If my Creator bid;
And run, if I were called to go,
And die as Moses did.
3 Might I but climb to Pisgah’s top,
And view the promised land,
My flesh itself would long to drop,
And pray for the command.
4 Clasped in my heavenly Father’s arms,
I would forget my breath,
And lose my life among the charms
Of so divine a death.
The Cyber Hymnal #98101 Death cannot make our Souls afraid,
If God be with us there;
We may walk through its darkest Shade,
And never yield to fear.
2 I could renounce my All below,
If my Creator bid,
And run, if I was call'd to go,
And die as Moses did.
3 Might I but climb to Pisgah's Top,
And view the promis'd Land,
My Flesh itself should long to drop,
And pray for the Command.
4 Clasp'd in my heav'nly Father's Arms,
I would forget my Breath,
And lose my Life among the Charms
Of so divine a Death.
The Psalms of David: imitated in the language of the New Testament, and applied to the Christian state and worship (27th ed.) #II.XLIX
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