1 That awful hour will soon appear, Swift on the wings of time it flies, When all that pains or pleases here, Will vanish from my closing eyes.
2 Death calls my friends, my neighbours hence, And none resist the fatal dart. Continual warnings strike my sense: And shall they fail to strike my heart?
3 Think, O my soul! how much depends On the short period of to-day: Shall time, which heav'n in mercy lends, Be negligently thrown away?
4 Thy remnant minutes strive to use; Awake, rouse ev'ry active pow'r; And not in dreams and trifles lose This little, this important hour!
5 Lord of my life, inspire my heart With heav'nly ardor, grace divine; Nor let thy presence e'er depart, For strength, and life, and death are thine.
6 O teach me the celestial skill, Each awful warning to improve; And while my days are short'ning still, Prepare me for the joys above! | Hymns, Selected and Original: for public and private worship (1st ed.) #704 (1828) A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy: for the use of Evangelical Lutheran Churches; to which are added prayers for families and individuals #475 (1814) A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #369 (1845) |