Oliver Holden - Dissolution - текст песни (слова)

Death will dissolve the tenderest tie
 That nature forms below;
 Our dearest friends are called to die,
 And we are left in woe.
 
 But should the summons be transferred
 From those I love to me,
 Think, O my soul, art thou prepared
 The offended Judge to see?
 
 O Savior, take my flinty heart,
 And steep it in Thy blood;
 Then, sanctified in every part,
 I shall ascend to God.