Life the Day of Grace and Hope

Life is the time to serve the Lord,
The time t’ insure the great reward;

Life is the time to serve the Lord,
The time t’ insure the great reward;
And while the lamp holds out to burn,
The vilest sinner may return.

Life is the hour that God has giv’n
To ‘scape from hell and fly to heav’n;
The day of grace, and mortals may
Secure the blessings of the day.

The living know that they must die,
But all the dead forgotten lie;
Their mem’ry and their sense is gone,
Alike unknowing and unknown.

Their hatred and their love is lost,
Their envy buried in the dust;
They have no share in all that’s done
Beneath the circuit of the sun.

Then what my thoughts design to do,
My hands, with all your might pursue;
Since no device nor work is found,
Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground.

There are no acts of pardon passed
In the cold grave, to which we haste;
But darkness, death, and long despair,
Reign in eternal silence there

Eccl. 9:4-6,10

Isaac Watts