Life is the time to serve the Lord, The time to ensure the great reward; And while the lamp holds out to burn, The vilest sinner may return. Life is the hour that God has given 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 memory and their sense is gone, Alike unknowing and unknown. Their hatred and their love is lost, Their envy is 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.