Classic Poem

I Fear him not — The king of fears
Stands ready to discharge his bow.
No terror in his look appears,
I bare my bosom to the blow.

Thou vanquish'd enemy, my Lord,
When underneath thy stroke he fell,
O'ercame thee; and his pow'rful word
Thy pow'r against his friends shall quell.

Welcome the wound, which sets me free
From a vain world and sinful clay:
'Twill end my dark captivity,
And give me to immortal day.

My warfare's finished. Sins and grief,
Long has my struggle been with you.
O come, faith's long-desir'd relief;
For ever, grief and sins, adieu.

I hasten to my father's home,
To meet my dear Redeemer there
My naked spirit shall not roam,
In worlds deserted of his care.

Nor shall this flesh I leave behind,
Lie mould'ring always in the tomb:
Quicken'd by him, ere long, refin'd,
It shall celestial life assume.

Sweet earthly fellowships, farewell;
Belov'd relations, friends belov'd,
With you I must no longer dwell:
How hard to part! my soul is mov'd.

But, gracious God, within thy hand
I trust them all; their journey guard
Through this distemper'd dang'rous land,
In heav'n's good way to heav'n's reward.