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Life is the time to serve the Lord (William Billings)

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Editor: Michael Lauer (submitted 2009-05-11).   Score information: Letter, 2 pages, 79 kbytes   Copyright: Personal
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General Information

Title: Life is the time to serve the Lord
Composer: William Billings
Tune: Cohasset
Lyricist: Isaac Watts, from "Hymns and Spiritual Songs Book I", Hymn 88.

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SacredHymn

Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published: 1794

Description: Published on pages 59-60 of The Continental Harmony (1794).

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Original text and translations

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Life is the time to serve the Lord,
 The time t’ insure the great reward;
And while the lamp holds out to burn,
 The vilest sinner may return.

[Life is the hour that God has giv’n
 To ’scape from hell and fly to heav’n;
The day of grace, and mortals may
 Secure the blessings of the day.]

The living know that they must die,
 But all the dead forgotten lie;
Their mem’ry and their sense is gone,
 Alike unknowing and unknown.

[Their hatred and their love is lost,
 Their envy buried in the dust;
They have no share in all that’s done
 Beneath the circuit of the sun.]

Then what my thoughts design to do,
 My hands, with all your might pursue;
Since no device nor work is found,
 Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground.

There are no acts of pardon passed
 In the cold grave, to which we haste;
But darkness, death, and long despair,
 Reign in eternal silence there.

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