The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns ‎#CLXXXVI

CLXXXVI. A Thought of Death and Glory

1 My Soul come meditate the Day,
And think how near it stands,
When thou must quit this House of Clay,
And fly to unknown Lands.

[2 And you mine Eyes, look down and View
The hollow, gaping Tomb:
This gloomy Prison waits for you,
Whene'er the Summons come.]

3 Oh! could we die with those that die,
And place us in their stead;
Then would our Spirits learn to fly,
And converse With the Dead:

4 Then should we see the Saints above
In their own glorious Forms,
And wonder why our Souls should love
To dwell with mortal Worms.

5 How we should scorn these Clothes of Flesh,
These Fetters, and this Load;
And long for Ev'ning to undress,
That we may rest with God.

6 We should almost forsake our Clay
Before the Summons come,
And pray, and wish our Souls away
To their eternal Home.

Text Information

• First Line: My Soul come meditate the Day
• Title: A Thought of Death and Glory
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1791
• Topic: Death and Resurrection

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