1 Lo! on a narrow neck of land,
'Twixt two unbounded seas, I stand,
Secure, insensible:
A point of time, a moment's space,
Removes me to that heavenly place,
Or shuts me up in hell.

2 O God! mine inmost soul convert,
And deeply on my thoughtful heart
Eternal things impress:
Give me to feel their solemn weight,
And tremble on the brink of fate,
And wake to righteousness.

3 Before me place in dread array
The pomp of that tremendous day,
When Thou with clouds shalt come;
To judge the nations at Thy bar;
And tell me, Lord, shall I be there
To meet a joyful doom?

4 Be this my one great business here,
With serious industry and fear
Eternal bliss t' insure:
Thine utmost counsel to fulfill,
And suffer all Thy righteous will,
And to the end endure.

5 Then, Saviour, then my soul receive,
Transported from this vale to live
And reign with Thee above,
Where faith is sweetly lost in sight,
And hope in full, supreme delight
And everlasting love.