Preparation for Death, 24

i Warn'd of my dissolution near,
As on the margin of the grave,
Jesus, with humble faith and fear,
I now bespeak Thy power to save
Thou who hast tasted death for me,
Indulge me in my fond request,
And let a worm prescribe to Thee
The manner of my final rest.
My feeble heart's extreme desire,
If now Thine eye with pity sees,
Whene'er Thou dost my soul require,
O let me then be found in peace;
In active faith, and humble prayer,
Resign'd, yet longing to depart,
To rise, redeem'd from earthly care,
And see Thee, Saviour, as Thou art.
Suffice that more than threescore years
I have Thine indignation borne;
Glad may I quit the vale of tears,
And, pardon'd, to Thine arms return!
The tokens of Thy pardoning love,
The comforts sweet through life suspend;
But, while I from the flesh remove,
Let hope and peace be in my end.
Walk with me through the dreadful shade,
And, certified that Thou art mine,
My spirit, calm and undismay'd,
I shall into Thine hands resign:
No anxious doubt, no guilty gloom,
Shall damp whom Jesus' presence cheers;
My Light, my Life, my God, is come,
And glory in His face appears!