1991 Denson Revision
to the Cooper book version of this tune
to the Southern Harmony version of this tune
to the Christian Harmony version of this tune
Why should we start and fear to die?
What tim'rous worms we mortals are!
Death is the gate to endless joy,
And yet we dread to enter there.
The pains, the groans, the dying strife,
Fright out approaching souls away;
And we shrink back again to life,
Fond of our prison and our clay.
O if my Lord would come and meet,
My soul would 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 our sweetly there.