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75. My soul, this curious house of clay

Hymn 75

My soul, this curious house of clay, Thy present frail abode; Must quickly fall to worms a prey, And thou return to GOD.

Canst thou, by faith, survey with joy The change, before it come? And say, “Let death this house destroy, I have a heav’nly home!”

The Savior, whom I then shall see With new admiring eyes, Already has prepared for me, A mansion in the skies.

I feel this mud–walled cottage shake, And long to see it fall; That I my willing flight may take To him who is my all.

Burdened and groaning, then no more, My rescued soul shall sing, As up the shining path I soar, “Death, thou hast lost thy sting.”

Dear Savior, help us now to seek, And know thy ’s power; That we may all this language speak, Before the dying hour.