1 Life is the time to serve the Lord,
The time t' insure the great reward;
And while the Spirit gives concern
The vilest sinner may return.
2 The living know that they must die;
But all the dead forgotten lie;
Their memory and their sense are gone,
Alike unknowing and unknown.
3 Their hatred and their love, is lost,
Their envy is buried in the dust;
They have no share in all that’s done
Beneath the circuit of the sun.
4 Then what my thoughts design to do,
My hands, with all your might pursue;
Since no device nor work, is found,
Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground.
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First Line: | Life is the time to serve the Lord |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1867 |
Topic: | Life: Its Duties and Object |