Isaac Watts (Исаак Уоттс)

Hymn 31 (Why should we start, and fear to die)

Christ's presence makes death easy.

Why should we start, and fear to die
What timorous worms we mortals are!
Death is the gate of endless joy,
And yet we dread to enter there.

The pains, the groans, and dying strife,
Fright our approaching souls away;
Still we shrink back again to life,
Fond of our prison and our clay.

O! if my Lord would come and meet,
My soul should stretch her wings in haste,
Fly fearless through death's iron gate,
Nor feel the terrors as she passed.

Jesus can make a dying bed
Feel soft as downy pillows are,
While on his breast I lean my head,
And breathe my life out sweetly there.

1. Hymn 115
2. Hymn 68 (Father, I long, I faint to see)
3. Hymn 99 (Let the whole race of creatures lie)
4. Hymn 58 (Let mortal tongues attempt to sing)
5. Psalm 46. Part 1 (God is the refuge of his saints)

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