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.