Let the beasts their breath resign,
Strangers to the life divine;
Who their God can never know,
Let their spirit downward go.
Ye for higher ends were born,
Ye may all to God return,
Dwell with him above the sky;
Why will ye for ever die?
Ye, on whom he favours showers,
Ye, possest of nobler powers,
Ye, of reason's powers possest,
Ye, with will and memory blest,
Ye, with finer sense endued,
Creatures capable of God;
Noblest of his creatures, why,
Why will ye for ever die?
Strangers to the life divine;
Who their God can never know,
Let their spirit downward go.
Ye for higher ends were born,
Ye may all to God return,
Dwell with him above the sky;
Why will ye for ever die?
Ye, on whom he favours showers,
Ye, possest of nobler powers,
Ye, of reason's powers possest,
Ye, with will and memory blest,
Ye, with finer sense endued,
Creatures capable of God;
Noblest of his creatures, why,
Why will ye for ever die?
Ye, whom he ordained to be
Transcripts of the Deity;
Ye, whom he in life doth hold;
Ye, for whom himself was sold;
Ye, on whom he still doth wait,
Whom he would again create;
Made by him, and purchased, why,
Why will ye for ever die?
Transcripts of the Deity;
Ye, whom he in life doth hold;
Ye, for whom himself was sold;
Ye, on whom he still doth wait,
Whom he would again create;
Made by him, and purchased, why,
Why will ye for ever die?
The Methodist Pocket Hymn-Book. New York:
J. Soule and T. Mason Publishing Co., 1818.
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