And is this life pro­longed to me?
Are days and sea­sons giv’n?
O let me, then, pre­pare to be
A fit­ter heir of Heav’n.

In vain these mo­ments shall not pass,
These gold­en hours be gone:
Lord, I ac­cept Thine of­fered grace,
I bow be­fore Thy throne.

Now cleanse my soul from ev­ery sin
By my Re­deem­er’s blood;
Now let my flesh and soul be­gin
The hon­ors of my God.

Let me no more my soul be­guile
With sin’s de­ceit­ful toys;
Let cheer­ful hope, in­creas­ing still,
Approach to heav’n­ly joys.

My thank­ful lips shall loud pro­claim
The won­ders of Thy praise,
And spread the sa­vor of Thy name,
Where’er I spend my days.

On earth let my ex­am­ple shine,
And when I leave this state,
May Heav’n re­ceive this soul of mine
To bliss su­preme­ly great.