Tune: Graham, 1835
Alto: Wilson Marion Cooper, 1902
Lyrics: Isaac Watts, 1707
Meter: Long Meter (8,8,8,8)
Why should we start or fear to die,
What timírous worms we mortals are;
Death ítis the gate to endless joy,
But still we dread to enter there.
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.