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2 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. 6 Just as the tree cut down, that fell
To north or southward, there it lies; So man departs to heav'n or hell,
Fix'd in the state in which he dies.
1 THERE is beyond the sky
A heaven of joy and love;
Go to that world above.
And everlasting pains;
In darkness, fire, and chains.
3 Can such a wretch as I
Escape this cursed end?
I shall to heav'n ascend?
While I have life and breath;
And sent t eternal death.
1 HAPPY the child, whose youngest years
Receive instructions well ;
The road that leads to hell.
'Tis pleasing in his eyes ;
Is no vain sacrifice.
3 'Tis easier work if we begin
To fear the Lord betimes;
Are harden'd in their crimes. 4 'Twill save us from a thousand snares,
To mind religion young;
And make our virtue strong.
Our childhood we resign;
That our whole lives were thine. 6 Let the sweet work of pray'r and praise
Employ my youngest breath;
Or fit for early death.
1 Why should I say, 'Tis yet too soon
To seek for heav'n or think of death? A flow'r may fade before 'tis noon,
And I this day may lose my breath. 2 If this rebellious heart of mine
Despise the gracious calls of heav'n, I may be harden'd in my sin,
And never have repentance giv'n. 3 What if the Lord grow wroth and swear,
While I refuse to read and pray, That he'll refuse to lend an ear
To all my groans another day? 4 What if his dreadful anger burn,
While I refuse his offer'd grace, And all his love to fury turn,
And strike me dead upon the place?
5 'Tis dang'rous to provoke a God!
His pow'r and vengeance none can tell; One stroke of his almighty rod
Shall send young sinners quick to hell. 6 Then 'twill for ever be in vain To
cry for pardon or for grace; To wish I had my time again,
Or hope to see my Maker's face.
1 What blest examples do I find
Writ in the word of truth,
Religion in their youth!
And keeps the world in awe, Was once a child as young as I,
And kept his Father's law.