SONG X. Solemn Thoughts of GOD and Death. Isaac Watts Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T185045 K123515.000 Watts, Isaac, 1674-1748. Divine songs: attempted in easy language for the use of children. By I. Watts, D.D. London Printed for J. Buckland; J. F. and C. Rivington; T. Longman; W. Fenner; T. Field; and E. and C. Dilly 1777 pp. 15-16. xii,58,[2]p.; 12⁰.

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SONG X. Solemn Thoughts of GOD and Death . I. THere is a GOD that reigns above , LORD of the Heav'ns and Earth and Seas : I fear his Wrath , I ask his Love , And with my Lips I sing his Praise , II . There is a Law which he has writ , To teach us all that we must do : My Soul , to his Commands submit , For they are holy , just and true . III . 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 . IV . There is an Hour when I must die , Nor do I know how soon 'twill come ; A thousand Children young as I , Are call'd by Death to hear their Doom . V. Let me improve the Hours I have , Before the Day of Grace is fled ; There's no Repentance in the Grave , Nor Pardons offer'd to the Dead . VI . Just as the Tree cut down , that fell To North or Southward , there it lies ; So Man departs to Heav'n or Hell , Fix'd in the State wherein he dies .