The Same.
1 Death has been here, and borne away
A brother from our side:
Just in the morning of his day,
As young as we he died.
2 We cannot tell who next may fall
Beneath thy chastening rod;
One must be first, but let us all
Prepare to meet our God.
3 May each attend with willing feet
The means of knowledge here;
And wait around thy mercy seat,
With hope as well as fear.
4 Lord, to thy wisdom and thy care
May we resign our days;
Content to live and serve thee here,
Or die and sing thy praise.