This is an hymn by Isaac Watts, his Hymn 52 of Book 2, published 1709.
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Death dreadful or delightful by Isaac Watts
Death! 'Tis a melancholy day
To those that have no God,
When the poor soul is forced away
To seek her last abode.
In vain to heaven she lifts her eyes,
But guilt, a heavy chain,
Still drags her downward from the skies
To darkness, fire, and pain.
Awake and mourn, ye heirs of hell,
Let stubborn sinners fear,
You must be driven from earth, and dwell
A long forever there.
See how the pit gapes wide for you,
And flashes in your face:
And thou, my soul, look downwards too,
And sing recovering grace.
He is a God of sovereign love
That promised heaven to me,
And taught my thoughts to soar above,
Where happy spirits be.
Prepare me, Lord, for thy right hand,
Then come the joyful day,
Come, death, and some celestial band,
To bear my soul away.
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