For a Dying Friend, Mr. Abraham Brown

Stricken with the stroke of death,
Jesus, save my gasping friend;
Kindly catch his parting breath.
Bless him with a peaceful end;
Death be endless life begun,
Bliss obtain'd and glory won.

One is as a thousand days,
As a thousand years to Thee:
O cut short Thy work of grace;
Ripe for full felicity,
Ready with Thyself to live,
Now his spotless soul receive.

O cut short Thy work in mine;
Mine, most gracious Lord, prepare.
Purchase dear of blood Divine,
Let me all Thine impress bear.
All Thy great salvation see:
Send the chariot now for me.

Dying once to die no more.
Might I, like my friend, aspire,
On the wings of angels soar,
Added to the tuneful choir,
Mingled with the saints above.
Lost in harmony and love!