There is a God that reigns above,
Lord of the heavens, 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 of rich grace,
Whence sinners all their comfort 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;
A thousand children young as I
Are call’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,
No pardons offer’d to the dead.
Just as a tree cut down, that fell
To north, or southward, there it lies:
So man departs to heaven or hell,
Fix’d in the state wherein he dies.