My life de­clines, my strength is gone,
Disease and pains pre­vail;
Death threat­ens to ar­rest me soon,
My heart and flesh doth fail.

Soon must I leave this bo­dy here,
Soon must my soul away;
O aw­ful thought—my soul, pre­pare
For that tre­men­dous day!

Soon must I pass the so­lemn test,
How soon, my judge can tell!
When He with smiles shall call me blest,
Or frown me down to hell.

O how shall I pre­pare my heart
Eternal life to gain?
Jesus, Thy grace, Thy strength im­part,
Or all I do is vain.

I can­not for one sin atone—
I swell with pride no more:
All the best du­ties I have done
I’ve rea­son to de­plore.

Jesus, on Thee alone I lean,
Do Thou my soul pre­pare;
O cleanse my heart from ev­ery sin,
And fix Thy dwell­ing there.

Renewed and jus­ti­fied by grace,
Complete I then shall stand,
Before th’al­migh­ty Fa­ther’s face,
When He my life de­mand.