Jesus, by whose grace I live, From the fear of evil kept, Thou has lengthen’d my reprieve, Held in being while I slept. With the day my heart renew; Let me wake thy will to do. Since the last revolving dawn Scatter’d the nocturnal cloud, O, how many souls have gone, Unprepar’d, to meet their God! Yet thou dost prolong my breath, Nor hast seal’d my eyes in death. O that I may keep thy word, Taught by thee to watch and pray To thy service, dearest Lord, Sanctify the present day: Swift its fleeting moments haste, Doom’d, perhaps, to...