Hand Brush and Peonies with Make haste, O man, to live and To him who for our sins was slain

  Make haste, O man, to live,
  For thou so soon must die;
Time hurries past thee like the breeze;
  How swift its moments fly!

  Make haste, O man, to do
  Whatever must be done;
Thou hast no time to lose in sloth,
  Thy day will soon be gone.

  Up, then, with speed, and work;
  Fling ease and self away;
This is no time for thee to sleep,
  Up, watch, and work, and pray!

  Make haste, O man, to live,
  Thy time is almost o’er;
O sleep not, dream not, but arise,
  The Judge is at the door.

Horatius BonarTo him who for our sins was slain,
To him for all his dying pain,
     Sing we Alleluia!
To him, the Lamb of Sacrifice,
Who gave his blood our ransom price,
     Sing we Alleluia!

To him who died that we might die
To sin, and live to him on high,
     Sing we Alleluia!
To him who rose that we might rise,
And reign with him beyond the skies,
     Sing we Alleluia!

To him who now for us doth plead,
And helpeth us in all our need,
     Sing we Alleluia!
To him who doth prepare on high
Our home in immortality,
    Sing we Alleluia!

To him be glory evermore;
Ye heavenly hosts, your Lord adore;
     Sing ye Alleluia!
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Our God most great, our joy and boast,
     Sing we Alleluia!

A. T. Russell