Isaac Watts · 377 of 724

Hymn 27

[Death may dissolve my body now, And bear my spirit home; Why do my minutes move so slow, Nor my salvation come?

With heav'nly weapons I have fought The battles of the Lord; Finished my course, and kept the faith, And wait the sure reward.]

God has laid up in heav'n for me A crown which cannot fade; The righteous Judge at that great day Shall place it on my head.

Nor hath the King of grace decreed This prize for me alone; But all that love and long to see Th' appearance of his Son.

Jesus the Lord shall guard me safe From every ill design; And to his heav'nly kingdom keep This feeble soul of mine.

God is my everlasting aid, And hell shall rage in vain; To him be highest glory paid And endless praise--Amen.