1 And is this life prolong'd to me? Are days and seasons given? O let me then prepare to be A fitter heir of heaven.
2 In vain these moments shall not pass, These golden hours be gone: Lord, I accept thine offered grace, I bow before thy throne.
3 Now cleanse my soul from every sin, By my Redeemer's blood: Now let my flesh and soul begin The honours of my God.
4 Let me no more my soul beguile With sin's deceitful toys: Let cheerful hope increasing still Approach to heavenly joys.
5 My thankful lips shall loud proclaim The wonders of thy praise, And spread the savour of thy Name Where'er I spend my days.
6 On earth let my example shine, And when I leave this state, May heaven receive this soul of mine To bliss supremely great.