My soul, this curious house of clay

The words

1. 1

   Stanza 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. 2

   Stanza 2. Canst thou, by faith, survey with joyThe change, before it come?And say, “Let death this house destroy,I have a heav’nly home!”

3. 3

   Stanza 3. The Savior, whom I then shall seeWith new admiring eyes,Already has prepared for me,A mansion in the skies.

4. 4

   Stanza 4. I feel this mud–walled cottage shake,And long to see it fall;That I my willing flight may takeTo him who is my all.

5. 5

   Stanza 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. 6

   Stanza 6. Dear Savior, help us now to seek,And know thy grace’s power;That we may all this language speak,Before the dying hour.

Olney Hymns (1779), Book 2, Hymn 75. John Newton. Public domain. CCEL transcription with modernized spelling. www.praylock.com/olney-hymns/2-75