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'''Title:''' ''Life is the time to serve the Lord | '''Title:''' ''Cohasset''<br> | ||
'''First Line:''' Life is the time to serve the Lord<br> | |||
{{Composer|William Billings}} | {{Composer|William Billings}} | ||
{{Lyricist|Isaac Watts}}, from "Hymns and Spiritual Songs Book I", Hymn 88. | {{Lyricist|Isaac Watts}}, from "Hymns and Spiritual Songs Book I", Hymn 88. | ||
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{{Language|English}} | {{Language|English}} | ||
{{Instruments|A cappella}} | {{Instruments|A cappella}} | ||
{{Published|1794}} | |||
'''Description:''' Published on pages 59-60 of {{NoComp|The Continental Harmony|William Billings}} (1794). | '''Description:''' Published on pages 59-60 of {{NoComp|The Continental Harmony|William Billings}} (1794). | ||
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- Editor: Michael Lauer (submitted 2009-05-11). Score information: Letter, 2 pages, 79 kB Copyright: Personal
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General Information
Title: Cohasset
First Line: Life is the time to serve the Lord
Composer: William Billings
Lyricist: Isaac Watts , from "Hymns and Spiritual Songs Book I", Hymn 88.
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Hymn
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
{{Published}} is obsolete (code commented out), replaced with {{Pub}} for works and {{PubDatePlace}} for publications.
Description: Published on pages 59-60 of The Continental Harmony (1794).
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Original text and translations
English text
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.