Scripture Verse

…this night thy soul shall be required of thee. Luke 12:20


Words: Ano­ny­mous, in Hymns for Infant Minds. Arm­strong’s 2nd Edition, ed­it­ed by Ann T. Gil­bert and Jane Tay­lor (Bos­ton, Mas­sa­chu­setts: Sam­uel T. Arm­strong, 1810).

Music: De­Pauw Ro­bert G. Mc­Cutch­an, 1930 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tunes:

Robert G. McCutchan (1877–1958)


Where should I be, if God should say,
I must not live ano­ther day;
And send and take away my breath;
What is eter­ni­ty and death?

My body is of lit­tle worth,
’Twould soon be min­gled with the earth;
For we were made of clay, and must
Again, at death, re­turn to dust.

But where my liv­ing soul would go
I do not, and I can­not know;
For none were e’er sent back to tell
The joys of Hea­ven, or pains of hell.

Yet, Heav’n must be a world of bliss
Where God Him­self for ev­er is:
Where saints around His throne ad­ore,
And ne­ver sin or suf­fer more.

And hell’s a state of end­less woe,
Where un­re­lent­ing sinners go;
Though none that seek the Sav­ior’s grace
Shall ev­er see that dread­ful place.

O! let me then at once ap­ply
To Him who did for sin­ners die;
And this shall be my great re­ward—
To dwell for ev­er with the Lord.