DIVINE SONGS FCR CHILDREN. 23

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 can I tell 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,
Nor 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.