The Tolling Bell

Oft as the bell, with solemn toll,
Speaks the departure of a soul,
Let each one ask himself, “Am I
Prepar’d, should I be call’d to die?”

Only this frail and fleeting breath
Preserves me from the jaws of death;
Soon as it fails, at once I’m gone,
And plung’d into a world unknown.

Then leaving all I lov’d below,
To God’s tribunal I must go;
Must hear the Judge pronounce my fate,
And fix my everlasting state.

But could I bear to hear him say,
“Depart, accursed, far away!
With Satan in the lowest hell,
Thou art forever doom’d to dwell.”

Lord Jesus! Help me now to flee,
And seek my hope alone in thee;
Apply thy blood, thy Spirit give,
Subdue my sin, and let me live.

Then when the solemn bell I hear,
If sav’d from guilt, I need not fear;
Nor would the thought distressing be,
Perhaps it next may toll for me.

Rather, my spirit would rejoice,
And long, and wish, to hear thy voice;
Glad when it bids me earth resign,
Secure of heav’n, if thou art mine.

Olney Hymns, #LXXIV, pp. 166-167

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Author: Dan Greenfield

I am an undeserving sinner saved by God's grace through Jesus Christ, a happy husband, proud father of 6 great kids, pastor of Orwell Bible Church, Executive Secretary of the American Council of Christian Churches, and member of the Ohio Bible Fellowship .

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