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

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

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

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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.