Learn, Oh My Soul, What ’Tis to Die!

Learn

oh my soul

what ’tis to die!

Th’event how so­lemn

and how nigh;

When ev­ery tongue shall si­lent be

These eyes no pleas­ing ob­ject see.

The ac­tive limbs

the come­ly face

Turned to a mass of rot­ten­ness;

The name for­got

the sub­stance gone

No more ad­mired

no long­er known.

But thou

my soul

must then re­main

In ev­er­last­ing joy or pain;

The bliss of Heav’n with an­gels share

Or else be plunged in black des­pair.

Then be these so­lemn thoughts im­pressed

With pow­er di­vine on ev­ery breast;

And ere ano­ther mo­ment pass

Oh let us seek re­new­ing grace.

Quickly to Je­sus may we fly

And on His right­eous­ness re­ly;

Lo

our eter­nal all’s at stake

Awake

our slum­ber­ing souls

awake.