There is a God who reigns above,
Lord of the heav’ns, 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 rich in grace,
Whence sin­ners all their com­forts 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;
How ma­ny young­er much than I,
Have passed 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 par­don of­fered to the dead.

Just as a tree cut down, that fell
To north or south­ward, there it lies,
So man de­parts to Heav’n or hell,
Fixed in the state where­in he dies.