2 I could renounce my all below,If my Creator bid,And run, if I were call'd to go,And die as Moses did.
3 Might I but climb to Pisgah's top,And view the promis'd land,My flesh itself shall long to drop,And pray for the command.
4 Clasp'd in my heavenly Father's armsI would forget my breath,And lose my life among the charmsOf so divine a death.