Thoughts On Death
By Benjamin Hine
Dread thought, my soul; death soon will reign;
This fleeting life will quick be o’er;
The sun shall set and rise again,
But I shall sleep and wake no more.
No more shall walk, no more shall stand,
Or sit conversing with my friend,
But lodged in the dark grave’s domain,
Where death and darkness ever reign.
And is this all that I shall be,
Great God, or shall I rise to thee,
Arise to life, to glory rise,
And mount triumphant through the skies?
Oh, may I reach that heavenly home,
Where death and darkness never come,
Where all unite to sing thy praise,
And endless hallelujahs raise.