Jesus, by whose grace I live, <br />From the fear of evil kept, <br />Thou has lengthen'd my reprieve, <br />Held in being while I slept. <br />With the day my heart renew; <br />Let me wake thy will to do. <br /> <br />Since the last revolving dawn <br />Scatter'd the nocturnal cloud, <br />O, how many souls have gone, <br />Unprepar'd, to meet their God! <br />Yet thou dost prolong my breath, <br />Nor hast seal'd my eyes in death. <br /> <br />O that I may keep thy word, <br />Taught by thee to watch and pray <br />To thy service, dearest Lord, <br />Sanctify the present day: <br />Swift its fleeting moments haste, <br />Doom'd, perhaps, to be my last. <br /> <br />Crucify'd to all below, <br />Earth shall never be my care <br />Wealth and honour I forego, <br />This my only wish and care, <br />Thine in life and death to be, <br />Now and to eternity.<br /><br />Augustus Montague Toplady<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jesus-by-whose-grace-i-live/
