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Hymn 44 Part 2

Ane 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.