Preparation for Death, 10

By justice doom'd to die,
I feel the time is nigh,
Wanting strength, increasing care,
Sickly life's redoubled load,
All cry out, For death prepare,
O prepare to meet thy God!

With thankfulness and fear
Thy warning voice I hear:
Let me then my life's remains
To unfeign'd repentance give,
Midst infirmities and pains,
Meek, and daily dying, live.

Giver of godly woe,
On me the grace bestow;
Stony into fleshly turn
By Thy last expiring cry;
Bid me look on Thee and mourn,
Mourn, and with my Saviour die.

Thy bleeding love declare,
Too strong for life to bear;
Let it purge, and break my heart,
Then my heart's desire I prove,
Bowing on Thy cross depart,
Pay Thee back Thy bleeding love.