1 Why should we start and fear to die?
What timorous worms we mortals are!
Death is the gate of endless joy,
And yet we dread to enter there. MIM 110.2
2 The pains, the groans, and dying strife,
Fright our approaching souls away;
Still shrink we back again to life,
Fond of our prison and our clay. MIM 110.3
3 O, if my Lord would come and meet,
My soul should stretch her wings in haste,
Fly fearless through death’s iron gate,
Nor feel the terrors as she passed. MIM 110.4
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. MIM 110.5