Preparation for Death, 47

The night of death will quickly come;
I now perceive it nigh,
And hasten to my heavenly home,
But am not fit to die.

Jesus, Thy blessed self impart,
For till I Thee receive,
And love my Lord with all my heart,
I am not fit to live.

My only want, desire, and hope
To feel Thy hallowing blood,
After Thy likeness to wake up,
And then return to God:

Partaker of Thy purity
I gladly would remove
The Lover of my soul to see,
To see the God I love.

For this I in Thy Spirit cry
According to Thy will,
The grace bring in, the blood apply,
The perfect love reveal:

The meaning of Thy Spirit's prayer
To Thee, O God, is known:
My gasping, dying soul prepare,
And take me to Thy throne.