How Sweet Is Life

How sweet is life

yet soon ’tis past

And all its plea­sures gone;

The spir­it to its God must haste;

The bo­dy to the tomb.

O

sol­emn thought

I too must die

And to the tomb des­cend;

This cher­ished bo­dy

too

must lie—

Lo! with the dust to blend.

And can it be that I must stand

Before the bar of God?

And there my trem­bling soul de­fend

Against His right­eous word?

O pre­cious Christ

to Thee I cling

Upon Thy blood re­ly;

To Thee my soul at once I bring;

And at Thy feet I lie.

Saved by Thy grace

I shall be Thine

And with Thee ev­er live;

And Heav­en’s beau­ties shall be mine

While praise to Thee I’ll give.