Secure the blessings of the day.
3 The living know that they must die,
Beneath the clods their dust must lie;
Then have no share in all that’s done
Beneath the circle of the sun.
4 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.
5 There are no acts of pardon passed