My soul, come meditate the day

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This is an hymn by Isaac Watts, his Hymn 61 of Book 2, published 1709.

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My soul, come meditate the day,
And think how near it stands,
When thou must quit this house of clay,
And fly to unknown lands.

And you, mine eyes, look down and view
The hollow, gaping tomb;
This gloomy prison waits for you,
When-e'er the summons come.

O could we die with those that die,
And place us in their stead,
Then would our spirits learn to fly,
And converse with the dead:

Then should we see the saints above
In their own glorious forms,
And wonder why our souls should love
To dwell with mortal worms.

How we should scorn these clothes of flesh,
These fetters, and this load!
And long for evening to undress,
That we may rest with God.

We should almost forsake our clay
Before the summons come,
And pray and wish our souls away
To their eternal home.

A thought of death and glory by Isaac Watts

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