When Mortal Man Resigns His Breath


When mortal man resigns his breath,
‘Tis God directs the shafts of death,
Casual howe’er the stroke appear,
He sends the fatal messenger:

The keys are in that hand divine;
That hand must first the warrant sign,
And arm the death, and wing the dart,
Which speeds his message to our heart.

Who first inspir’d the breath of lives,
The living kills, the dead revives,
Brings to the margin of the grave,
And shows us thence his power to save:

From hence if thou my body raise,
I’ll publish my Restorer’s praise,
My life at thy dear hands receive,
And only for thy glory live.