Death May Dissolve My Body Now

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.