Shrinking from the cold hand of death,
I too shall gather up my feet,
Shall soon resign this fleeting breath,
And die, my father’s God to meet;
Numbred among thy people, I
Expect with joy thy face to see,
Because thou didst for sinners die,
Thou wilt in death remember me.
Shrinking from the cold hand of death
Hymnal/Album: Originally titled “Jacob gathered up his feet into the bed, and yielded up the ghost, and was gathered unto his people.”—[Gen.] xlix. 33. Introduced in Charles Wesley, Short Hymns on Select Passages of the Holy Scriptures, Vol. 1 (Bristol: Farley, 1762). Published in The Poetical Works of John and Charles Wesley, Collected and Arranged by G. Osborn, Vol. 9 (London: Wesleyan-Methodist Conference Office, 1870), page 33.
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