We must needs die, and are as water spilt on the ground, which cannot be gathered up again; neither doth God respect any person: yet doth He devise means, that His banished be not expelled from Him. 2 Samuel 14:14
Words: Benjamin Beddome (1717–1795). Published posthumously in Hymns Adapted to Public Worship (London: Burton & Briggs, 1818), number 778.
One of his best hymns Mr. Beddome wrote after recovering from a severe illness. He had first written a hymn of gratitude for his restoration to health. On further reflection He wrote these lines.
Burrage, p. 51.
If I must die—O let me die,
Trusting in Jesus’ blood;
That blood which hath atonement made,
And reconciles to God.
If I must die— then let me die
In peace with all mankind,
And change these fleeting joys below
For pleasures more refined.
If I must die—as die I must,
Let some kind seraph come,
And bear me on his friendly wing
To my celestial home!
Of Canaan’s land from Pisgah’s top,
May I but have a view;
Though Jordan should o’erflow its banks,
I’ll boldly venture through.