Assurance of heaven.2 Tim.4:68,18.

[Death may dissolve my body now,

And bear my spirit home;

Why do my minutes move so slow,

Nor my salvation come?

With heav'nly weapons I have fought

The battles of the Lord;

Finished my course, and kept the faith,

And wait the sure reward.]

God has laid up in heav'n for me

A crown which cannot fade;

The righteous Judge at that great day

Shall place it on my head.

Nor hath the King of grace decreed

This prize for me alone;

But all that love and long to see

Th' appearance of his Son.

Jesus the Lord shall guard me safe

From every ill design;

And to his heav'nly kingdom keep

This feeble soul of mine.

God is my everlasting aid,

And hell shall rage in vain;

To him be highest glory paid

And endless praise -- Amen.