Why should we start and fear to die?
What tim’rous worms we mortals are!
Death is the gate of endless joy,
And yet we dread to enter there.
Chorus:
Roll on, sweet moments, roll on,
And let the poor pilgrim go home.
O if my Lord would come and meet,
My soul would stretch her wings in haste;
Fly fearless through death’s iron gate,
Nor feel the terrors as she passed.
(Chorus)
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