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There is a God that reigns above,

Lord of the heavens, 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 of rich 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:

A thousand children, young as I,

Are call'd 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 offer'd to the dead.

Just as a tree cut down, that fell

To north or southward, there it lies,

So man departs to heaven or hell,

Fix'd in the state wherein he dies.