Trembling soul, dismiss thy fear;
See thy great deliv’rer near!
Hear him calling thee to come
To thy long expected home!
Weary wand’rer, hasten home!
Dost thou fear the Monarch pale?
Death is vanquish’d—bid him “hail!”
Near him stands a mightier King;
He will needful courage bring:—
Dying Christian! why not sing?
Dost thou dread, when thou shalt die,
Nature’s parting agony?
Calm as evening’s ling’ring ray
Shall thy spirit pass away;
Flutt’ring soul! no longer stay!
Dost thou dread the last “good bye;”
Dread to hear the choking sigh?
When thy friends around thee stand,
Point them to Immanuel’s land—
That delightful, happy land!
Dost thou fear to leave alone
One whose soul was like your own?
Friends, ye shall not parted be;
One in spirit still are ye;
Soon in Heaven both shall be!
Christians, take one long embrace,
Look your last on each dear face!
Hark! the waiting seraph sings!
All the air with music rings!
Struggling spirit, spread thy wings!