3 There is a Gospel of rich grace,
Whence sinners all their comfort draw;
Lord, I repent, and seek thy face;
For I have often broke thy law.

4 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.

5 Let me improve the hours I have
Before the day of grace is fled;
There’s no repentance in the grave,
No pardons offer’d to the dead.

6 Just as a tree cut down, that fell
To north, or southward, there it lies: 
So man departs to heaven or hell,
Fix’d in the state wherein he dies.

Song 11.
Heaven and Hell.

1 There is beyond the sky
A heaven of joy and love,
And holy children, when they die,
Go to that world above.

2 There is a dreadful hell,
And everlasting pains,
There sinners must with devils dwell
In darkness, fire, and chains.

3 Can such a wretch as I
Escape this cursed end? 
And may I hope, whene’er I die,
I shall to heaven ascend?

4 Then will I read and pray
While I have life and breath;
Lest I should be cut off to day,
And sent t’ eternal death.

Song 12.
The Advantages of early Religion.

1 Happy’s the child whose youngest years
Receive instruction well;
Who hates the sinner’s path, and fears
The road that leads to hell.

2 When we devote our youth to God,
’Tis pleasing in his eyes;
A flower, when offer’d in the bud,
Is no vain sacrifice.

3 ’Tis easier work if we begin
To fear the Lord betimes;
While sinners that grow old in sin
Are hard’ned in their crimes.

4 ’Twill save us from a thousand snares
To mind religion young;
Grace will preserve our following years
And make our vertue strong.

5 To thee, Almighty God, to thee
Our childhood we resign;
’Twill please us to look back and see
That our whole lives were thine.

6 Let the sweet work of prayer and praise,
Employ my youngest breath;
Thus I’m prepar’d for longer days,
Or fit for early death.

Song 13.
The Danger of Delay.

1 Why should I say, “`Tis yet too soon
“To seek for heaven or think of death?”
A flower may fade before `tis noon,
And I this day may lose my breath.

2 If this rebellious heart of mine,
Despise the gracious calls of Heaven;
I may be hard’ned in my sin,
And never have repentance given.

3 What if the Lord grow wroth, and swear
While I refuse to read and pray,
That he’ll refuse to lend an ear,
To all my groans another day?

4 What if his dreadful anger burn,
While I refuse his offer’d grace,
And all his love to fury turn,
And strike me dead upon the place?

5 ’Tis dangerous to provoke a God;
His power and vengeance none can tell: 
One stroke of his almighty rod
Shall send young sinners quick to hell.