How can I sink with such a prop

As my eternal God,

Who bears the earth's huge pillars up,

And spreads the heav'ns abroad?

How can I die while Jesus lives,

Who rose and left the dead?

Pardon and grace my soul receives

From mine exalted Head.

All that I am, and all I have,

Shall be for ever thine;

Whate'er my duty bids me give

My cheerful hands resign.

Yet if I might make some reserve,

And duty did not call,

I love my God with zeal so great

That I should give him all.