Oft As The Bell With Solemn Toll

Oft as the bell, with solemn toll,
Speaks the departure of a soul,
Let each one ask himself, “Am I
Prepared, should I be called to die?”

Only this frail and fleeting breath
Preserves me with the jaws of death;
Soon as it fails, at once I’m gone,
And plunged into a world unknown.

Then, leaving all I loved below,
To God’s tribunal I must go;
Must hear the Judge pronounce my fate,
And fix my everlasting state.

Lord Jesus! help me now to flee,
And seek my hope alone in Thee;
Apply Thy blood, Thy Spirit give,
Subdue my sin, and let me live.

Then, when the solemn bell I hear,
If saved from guilt, I need not fear;
Now would the thought alarming be,
Perhaps it next may toll for me.