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THE WORKS OF CHRISTOPHER DOCK
| And he who then with heed, |
| The Book of Life can read, |
| And find his name there written, |
| Is fortunate indeed. |
| 12. |
| He who is so appointed |
| Aside at Christ's right hand, |
| Along with the anointed, |
| Among the sheep will stand, |
| To him great joy will be |
| For all eternity, |
| No tongue can give description |
| Of his felicity. |
| 13. |
| While bells are softly ringing, |
| The angel music choir |
| With chanting and with singing, |
| Will enter through the door |
| To Zion's golden town, |
| On mortals looking down, |
| And every lamb of Jesus |
| Shall then receive his crown. |
| 14. |
| Oh, truest shepherd Jesus! |
| Count us among Thine own, |
| Come quickly and release us, |
| Amid enticements thrown, |
| For here does Satan old |
| His wicked nets unfold |
| And ever seek to win us |
| With honors and with gold. |
| 15. |
| As long as we are living |
| Is danger ever here, |
| Unless assistance giving |
| Thy helping hand be near. |
