Preparation for Death, 59

Tremendous God, with humble fear
Prostrate before Thy awful throne
The' irrevocable word we hear,
The sovereign righteousness we own.

Tis fit we should to dust return,
(Since such the will of the Most High,)
In sin conceived, to trouble born,
Born only to lament and die.

Submissive to Thy just decree,
We all shall soon from earth remove;
But when Thou sendest, Lord, for me,
O let the messenger be Love.

By whispering love into my heart
Warn me of my approaching end,
And then I joyfully depart,
And then I to Thy arms ascend!