Pause my soul! and ask the question,
Art thou ready to meet God?
Am I made a real Christian,
Washed in the Redeemer's blood?
Have I union
With the church's living Head?
 

Am I quickened by His Spirit;
Live a life of faith and prayer?
Trusting wholly to His merit;
Casting on Him all my care?
Daily longing
In His likeness to appear?

If my hope on Christ is stayed,
Let Him come when He thinks best;
O my soul be not dismayed,
Lean upon His loving breast;
He will cheer thee
With the smilings of His face.
 

But, if, still a total stranger
To His precious name and blood,
Thou art on the brink of danger;
Canst thou face a holy God?
Think and tremble,
Death is now upon the road. -
 

William Gadsby, 1773-1844