By A Collection of Hymns

      L.M.
      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.

      2 Numbered among thy people, I
      Expect with joy thy face to see;
      Because thou didst for sinners die,
      Jesus, in death remember me!

      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.