Do Flesh and Nature Dread to Die?

Do flesh and na­ture dread to die?

And ti­mor­ous thoughts our minds en­slave?

But grace can raise our hopes on high

And quell the ter­rors of the grave.

Do we not dwell in clouds be­low

And lit­tle know the God we love?

Why should we like this twi­light so

When ’tis all noon in worlds above?

When we put off this flesh­ly load

We’re from a thou­sand mis­chiefs free

For ev­er pre­sent with our God

Where we have longed and wished to be.

No more shall pride or pass­ion rise

Or en­vy fret

or mal­ice roar

Or sor­row mourn

with down­cast eyes

And sin de­file our eyes no more.

’Tis best

’tis in­fin­ite­ly best

To go where tempt­ers can­not come

Where saints and an­gels

ev­er blest

Dwell and en­joy their heav­en­ly home.

O for a vis­it from my God

To drive my fears of death away

And help me through this dark­some road

To realms of ev­er­last­ing day!