Hark, the glad sound! The Saviour comes, The Saviour promised long Let every heart exult with joy, And every voice be song!

Perish each thought of human pride, let God alone be magnified.

Awake, my soul! Stretch every nerve, And press with vigor on A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown.

His goodness stands approved,Unchanged from day to dayI'll drop my burden at His feet,And bear a song away.

I am more afraid of doing what is wrong than of dying.

Let us live while we live.

Grace! 'tis a charming Sound, Harmonious to my Ear! Heav'n with the Echo shall resound, And all the Earth shall hear.

Ye servants of the Lord, Each in his office wait, Observant of the heavenly word, And watchful at his gate.

Religion, in its most general view, is such a Sense of God in the soul, and such a conviction of our obligations to him, and of our dependence upon him, as shall engage us to make it our great care to conduct ourselves in a manner which we have reason to believe will be pleasing to him.

Live while you live, the epicure would say, And seize the pleasures of the present day Live while you live the sacred preacher cries, And give to God each moment as it flies. Lord, in my views let both united be I live to pleasure when I live to thee.