469    C.M.     John Newton
Hope beyond the Grave. John 14. 2; 1 Peter 1. 3-5

1 My soul, this curious house of clay,
  Thy present frail abode,
  Must quickly fall to worms a prey,
  And thou return to God.

2 Canst thou, by faith, survey with joy,
  The change before it come,
  And say, “Let Death this house destroy,
  I have a heavenly home?

3 “The Saviour, whom I then shall see,
  With new admiring eyes,
  Already has prepared for me
  A mansion in the skies.

4 “I feel this mud-walled cottage shake,
  And long to see it fall;
  That I my willing flight may take
  To him who is my All.

5 “Burdened and groaning then no more,
  My rescued soul shall sing,
  As up the shining path I soar,
  ‘Death, thou hast lost thy sting.’”

6 Dear Saviour, help us now to seek,
  And grant thy Spirit’s power;
  That we may all this language speak,
  Before the dying hour.