SHRINKING from the cold hand of death, I too shall gather up my feet, Shall...
Verse 1
SHRINKING from the cold hand of death, I too shall gather up my feet, Shall soon resign this fleeting breath, And die, my fathers' God to meet.
Verse 2
Numbered among thy people, I Expect with joy thy face to see; Because thou didst for sinners die, Jesus, in death remember me!
Verse 3
O that without a lingering groan I may the welcome word receive! My body with my charge lay down, And cease at once to work and live.
