Hymn 2:28 [Stoop Down, My Thoughts, That Use To Rise]

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Title:     Hymn 2:28 [Stoop Down, My Thoughts, That Use To Rise]
Author: Isaac Watts [More Titles by Watts]

Death and eternity.

Stoop down, my thoughts, that use to rise,
Converse awhile with death:
Think how a gasping mortal lies,
And pants away his breath.

His quivering lip hangs feebly down
His pulses faint and few,
Then, speechless, with a doleful groan
He bids the world adieu.

But, O the soul that never dies!
At once it leaves the clay!
Ye thoughts, pursue it where it flies,
And track its wondrous way.

Up to the courts where angels dwell,
It mounts triumphing there,
Or devils plunge it down to hell
In infinite despair.

And must my body faint and die?
And must this soul remove?
O for some guardian angel nigh
To bear it safe above!

Jesus, to thy dear faithful hand
My naked soul I trust,
And my flesh waits for thy command
To drop into my dust.

[The end]
Isaac Watts's poem: Hymn 2:28 [stoop Down, My Thoughts, That Use To Rise]

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