Let death dissolve my body now, And bear my spirit home; Why do my days move on so slow, Nor my salvation come? God has laid up in heav'n for me A crown which can not fade; The righteous Judge, at that great day Shall place it on my head. Jesus the Lord, shall guard me safe From ev'ry ill design; And to his heav'nly kingdom take This feeble soul of mine. God is my everlasting aid, My portion, and my fiend; To him be highest glory paid In ages without end.