1 [Death may dissolve my body now, And bear my spirit home; Why do my minutes move so slow, Nor my salvation come?
2 With heavenly weapons I have fought The battles of the Lord, Finish'd my course, and kept the faith, And wait the sure reward.]
3 God has laid up in heaven for me A crown which cannot fade; The righteous Judge at that great day Shall place it on my head.
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.
5 Jesus the Lord shall guard me safe From every ill design; And to his heavenly kingdom keep This feeble soul of mine.
6 God is my everlasting aid And hell shall rage in vain; To him be highest glory paid, And endless praise.--Amen.