A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship ‎#369

369. That awful hour will soon appear

1 That awful hour will soon appear,
Swift on the wings of time it flies
When all that pains or pleases here,
Will vanish from my closing eyes.

2 Death calls my friends, my neighbours hence,
And none resist the fatal dart;
Continual warnings strike my sense,
And shall they fail to strike my heart?

3 Think, O my soul! how much depends
On the short period of to-day:
Shall time, which heav'n in mercy lends,
Be negligently thrown away?

4 Thy remnant minutes strive to use;
Awake, rouse ev'ry active pow'r;
And not in dreams and trifles lose
This little, this important hour!

5 Lord of my life, inspire my heart
With heav'nly ardor, grace divine;
Nor let thy presence e'er depart,
For strength, and life, and death are thine.

6 O teach me the celestial skill,
Each awful warning to improve;
And while my days are short'ning still,
Prepare me for the joys above!

Text Information

• First Line: That awful hour will soon appear
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1845
• Topic: Consummation of Things: Death

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