Text: | The Accepted Time |
1 While life prolongs its precious light,
Mercy is found, and peace is given;
But soon, ah, soon, approaching night
Shall blot out every hope of heaven.
2 While God invites, how blest the day!
How sweet the gospel’s charming sound!
"Come sinners, haste, oh haste away,
While yet a pardoning God is found.
3 "Soon, borne on time’s most rapid wing
Shall death command you to the grave,
Before His bar your spirits bring,
And none be found to hear or save.
4 And in that land of deep despair,
No Sabbath’s heavenly light shall rise,--
No God regard your bitter prayer,
No Saviour call you to the skies."
5 No wonders to the dead are shown,
(The wonders of redeeming love;)
No voice His glorious truth makes known,
Nor sings the bliss of climes above.
6 Silence, and solitude, and gloom
In those forgetful realms appear;
Deep sorrows fill the dismal tomb,
And hope shall never enter there.
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First Line: | While life prolongs its precious light |
Title: | The Accepted Time |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1867 |
Topic: | Man a Sinner: Warned and Entreated |