The day before he died John Wesley shocked his friends by suddenly singing out in a strong voice the following hymn of Isaac Watts:
I’ll praise my Maker while I’ve breath,
And when my voice is lost in death
Praise shall employ my nobler powers;
My days of praise shall ne’er be past,
While life and thought and being last,
Or immortality endures.
Through the night that followed till 10 the next morning, when he finally passed to glory, Wesley muttered all he could muster, “I’ll praise–I’ll praise–.” I have no greater hope than to finish this mortal race in like fashion. May it be so, Lord; may it be so; by thy grace.