Hymn XLIX. Common Metre. The happy End of the Christian Course

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

With heavenly weapons I have fought The battles of the Lord; Finish'd my course, and kept the faith, And wait the sure reward.

God has laid up in heaven 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 who hope and long to see Th' appearance of his Son.

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

God is my everlasting aid, My portion and my friend; To him be highest glory paid, Through ages without end.