Assurance of Heaven; or, A Saint Prepared to Die

Verse 1

Death may dissolve my body now, And bear my spirit home; Why do my minutes move so slow, Nor my salvation come?

Verse 2

With heav'nly weapons I have fought The battles of the Lord; Finished my course, and kept the faith, And wait the sure reward.

Verse 3

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.

Verse 4

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.

Verse 5

Jesus the Lord shall guard me safe From every ill design; And to his heav'nly kingdom keep This feeble soul of mine.

Verse 6

God is my everlasting aid, And hell shall rage in vain; To him be highest glory paid And endless praise--Amen.