| Stanza | Poetry Source by First Line | |||
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| 1 |
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. |
Why should we start, and fear to die?, Stanza 1 |
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| 2 |
The pains, the groans, the dying strife, Fright our approaching souls away; And we shrink back again to life, Fond of our prison and our clay. |
Why should we start, and fear to die?, Stanza 2 |
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| 3 |
Oh 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. |
Why should we start, and fear to die?, Stanza 3 |
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| 4 |
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. |
Why should we start, and fear to die?, Stanza 4 |