Page:Olney Hymns - 1840.djvu/258

254 2 Only this frail and fleeting breath Preserves me from the jaws of death; Soon as it fails at once I'm gone, And plunged into a world unknown.

3 Then leaving all I loved below, To God's tribunal I must go,— Must hear the Judge pronounce my fate, And fix my everlasting state.

4 But could I bear to hear him say, "Depart, accursed, far away; With Satan in the lowest hell, Thou art for ever doom'd to dwell" ?

5 Lord Jesus! help me now to flee, And seek my hope alone in thee; Apply thy blood, thy Spirit give, Subdue my sin and let me live.

6 Then when the solemn bell I hear, If saved from guilt I need not fear; Nor would the thought distressing be— Perhaps it next may toll for me.

7 Rather my spirit would rejoice, And long and wish to hear thy voice; Glad when it bids me earth resign, Secure of heaven if thou art mine.

1 MY soul, this curious house of clay, Thy present frail abode, Must quickly fall to worms a prey, And thou return to God.

2 Canst thou by faith survey with joy The change before it come ? And say—"Let death this house destroy, I have a heav'nly home ?"

3 The Saviour, whom I then shall see With new admiring eyes,