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.