LIFE is the time to serve the Lord,
The time t’ ensure the great reward,
And while the lamp holds out to burn
The vilest sinner may return.
Life is the hour that God hath given
To ‘scape from sin, and fly to heaven;
The day of grace, when mortals may
Secure the blessings of the day
The living know that they must die;
Beneath the clods their dust must lie:
They’ll have no share in all that’s done
Beneath the circle of the sun.
Then what my thoughts design to do
My hands, with all your might pursue;
Since no device, nor work is found,
Nor faith, nor hope beneath the ground.
There are no acts of pardon pass’d
In the cold grace to which we haste;
O may we all improve the grace!
And see with joy thy glorious face.
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