There is a God, who reigns above,
Lord of the heav'n, and earth and seas;
I fear his wrath, I ask his love,
And with my lips I sing his praise.
There is a law which he has writ,
To teach us all, what we must do;
My soul, to his commands submit,
For they are holy, just, and true.
There is a gospel rich in grace,
'Whence sinners all their comforts draw;
Lord, I repent and seek thy face,
For I have often broke thy law.
There is an hour when I must die,
Nor do I know how soon 'twill come;
How many, younger much than I,
Have pass'd by death to hear their doom.
Let me improve the hours I have,
Before the day of grace is fled;
There's no repentance in the grave,
Nor pardon offer'd to the dead.