Hymn 1:44 [And Is This Life Prolong'd To Me?]

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Title:     Hymn 1:44 [And Is This Life Prolong'd To Me?]
Author: Isaac Watts [More Titles by Watts]

The true improvement of life.

And is this life prolong'd to me?
Are days and seasons given?
O let me then prepare to be
A fitter heir of heaven.

In vain these moments shall not pass,
These golden hours be gone:
Lord, I accept thine offered grace,
I bow before thy throne.

Now cleanse my soul from every sin,
By my Redeemer's blood:
Now let my flesh and soul begin
The honours of my God.

Let me no more my soul beguile
With sin's deceitful toys:
Let cheerful hope increasing still
Approach to heavenly joys.

My thankful lips shall loud proclaim
The wonders of thy praise,
And spread the savour of thy Name
Where'er I spend my days.

On earth let my example shine,
And when I leave this state,
May heaven receive this soul of mine
To bliss supremely great.

[The end]
Isaac Watts's poem: Hymn 1:44 [And Is This Life Prolong'd To Me?]

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