Preparation for Death, 7

The will of my Creator
I would with joy obey,
And pay the debt of nature
Which all are born to pay.
The graves are ready for me:

But ere I disappear,
O God! in Christ restore me
To Thy own image here.
The' experience of salvation
I languish to receive,
And, free from pride and passion,
The life of faith to live,
In holiness unspotted,
To' attain my heart's desire,
Fulfil the work allotted,
And one with Christ expire.
Come then, my present Saviour,
Thy precious self reveal,
And, happy in Thy favour,
The heir of glory seal.
Enrich'd with heavenly graces,
Till I from earth remove,
Dissolved in Thy embraces,
For ever lost in love.