Preparation for Death, 56

From sudden unexpected death,
Jesus, Thy servant save,
Nor let me gasp my latest breath
Unconscious of the grave;

Unconscious of the yawning deep
And death eternal nigh;
Ah, do not suffer me to sleep
Till in my sins I die.

Warn'd of the sure-approaching day,
I now Thy grace desire,
In mercy take my sins away,
And then my soul require.

Thy favour and Thine image, Lord,
O may I first retrieve,
And meet for my immense reward
To Thy great glory live.

Wise to foresee my latter end,
With humble, loving fear,
I would continually attend
The welcome messenger,

And summon'd to the mountain-top,
Without a lingering sigh
Render my ransom'd spirit up,
And to Thy glory die.