And Is This Life Prolonged to Me?

And is this life pro­longed to me?

Are days and sea­sons giv’n?

O let me

then

pre­pare to be

A fit­ter heir of Heav’n.

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 hon­ors of my God.

Let me no more my soul be­guile

With sin’s de­ceit­ful toys;

Let cheer­ful hope

in­creas­ing still

Approach to heav’n­ly joys.

My thank­ful lips shall loud pro­claim

The won­ders of Thy praise

And spread the sa­vor of Thy name

Where’er I spend my days.

On earth let my ex­am­ple shine

And when I leave this state

May Heav’n re­ceive this soul of mine

To bliss su­preme­ly great.