Wesley Corpus

The breath that first it gave ; Whate'er we do, where'er we be, We're travelling to the grave. 4 Dangers stand thick through all the ground To push us to the tomb ; And fierce diseases wait around, To hurry mortals home. 5 Great God ! on what a slender thread Hang everlasting things ! The' eternal states of all the dead Upon life's feeble strings ! 6 Infinite joy, or endless woe, Attends on every breath ; And yet how unconcern'd we go Upon the brink of death ! 7 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense, To walk this dangerous road ! And if our souls be hurried hence, May they be found with God. HYMN 43. s. m. 1 A ND am I born to die ? ■^*- To lay this body down ? And must my trembling spirit fly Into a world unknown ? -- A land of deepest shade, Unpierced by human thought ; The dreary regions of the dead, Where all things are forgot. 4b Describing Deutli. 2 Soon as from earth I go, What will become of me ? Eternal happiness or woe Must then my portion be : Waked by the trumpet's sound, I from my grave shall rise, And see the Judge with glory crown'd, And see the flaming skies. 3 How shall I leave my tomb ? With triumph or regret ? A fearful, or a joyful doom, A curse or blessing meet ? Will angel- bands convey Their brother to the bar ? Or devils drag my soul away, To meet its sentence there ? 4 Who can resolve the doubt, That tears my anxious breast ? Shall I be with the damn'd cast out, Or number'd with the blest ? I must from God be driven, Or with my Saviour dwell ; Must come at his command to heaven, Or else -- depart to hell. 5 O thou that would' st not have One wretched sinner die ; Who diedst thyself, my soul to save From endless misery ! Show me the way to shun Thy dreadful wrath severe ; That when thou comest on thy throne I may with joy appear ! 6 Thou art thyself the Way ; Thyself in me reveal : So shall I spend my life's short day Obedient to thy will : Describing Death. 47 So shall I love my God,