1 Death with his dread commission sealed,
Now hastens to his arms:
In awful state he takes the field,
And sounds his dire alarms.
2 Attendant plagues around him stand,
And wait his dread command;
And pains, and dying groans obey
The signal of his hand.
3 With cruel force, he scatters round
His shafts of deadly power;
While the grace waits its destined prey,
Impatient to devour.
4 Look up, ye heirs of endless joy,
Nor let your fears prevail;
Eternal life is our reward,
When life on earth shall fail.
5 What though his darts promiscuous hurled,
Deal fatal plagues around;
And heaps of putrid carcases
O'erload the cumbered ground;
6 The arrows, that shall wound your flesh,
Were given him from above,
Dipped in the great Redeemer's blood,
And feathered all with love.
7 These, with a gentle hand he throws,
And saints lie gasping too;
But heavenly strength supports their souls,
And bears them conquerors through.
The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the most approved authors, 1799