There is a God that reigns above,
Lord of the heaven 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.
–Isaac Watts, 1715