Poem by Isaac Watts

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. Psalm 34. Part 1 (Lord, I will bless thee all my days)
2. Psalm 16. Part 1 (Preserve me, Lord, in time of need)
3. Psalm 121 (To heav'n I lift my waiting eyes)
4. Psalm 11 (My refuge is the God of love)
5. Psalm 1 (The man is ever bless'd)

Print

1684 Views

Last Poems

To Russian version