Preparation for Death, 42

J esus, my Life in death, appear!
My mortal enemy draws near,
And brandishes his dart:
To Thee my last distress I bring;
Disarm the monster of his sting,
And calm my fluttering heart.

Ah, suffer not my faith to fail
While passing through the dreadful vale
This coward flesh I leave;
But show Thyself my heavenly Guide,
With arms of love extended wide
Thy purchase to receive.
The death Thou didst for me sustain
O let it soothe my dying pain,
Or into bliss convert;
Then as the Lamb of God resign'd,
Rest to my weary soul I find,
And joyfully depart.