480 LEANING ON JESUS' BREAST, No. 2 - as written - Cooper
Oh, if my Lord would come and meet,
My soul would stretch her wings in haste,
Fly fearless through death's iron gates,
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.
And breathe, and breathe, and breathe, and breathe,
And breathe my life out sweetly there.