THE SPIRIT QUENCHED.
Thereis a line, by us unseen,That crosses every path;The hidden boundary betweenGod’s patience and his wrath.To pass that limit is to die,To die as if by stealth;It does not quench the beaming eye,Or pale the glow of health.The conscience may be still at ease,The spirits light and gay;That which is pleasing still may please,And care be thrust away.But on that forehead God has setIndelibly a mark,Unseen by man, for man as yetIs blind and in the dark.And yet the doomed man’s path belowMay bloom, as Eden bloomed;He did not, does not, will not know,Or feel that he is doomed.He knows, he feels that all is well,And every fear is calmed;He lives, he dies, he wakes in hell,Not only doomed, but damned.O where is this mysterious bourne,By which our path is crossed?Beyond which God Himself hath sworn,That he who goes is lost!How far may we go on in sin?How long will God forbear?Where does hope end, and where beginThe confines of despair?An answer from the skies is sent:“Ye that from God depart,While it is calledTO-DAY, repent,And harden not your heart.â€
Thereis a line, by us unseen,That crosses every path;The hidden boundary betweenGod’s patience and his wrath.To pass that limit is to die,To die as if by stealth;It does not quench the beaming eye,Or pale the glow of health.The conscience may be still at ease,The spirits light and gay;That which is pleasing still may please,And care be thrust away.But on that forehead God has setIndelibly a mark,Unseen by man, for man as yetIs blind and in the dark.And yet the doomed man’s path belowMay bloom, as Eden bloomed;He did not, does not, will not know,Or feel that he is doomed.He knows, he feels that all is well,And every fear is calmed;He lives, he dies, he wakes in hell,Not only doomed, but damned.O where is this mysterious bourne,By which our path is crossed?Beyond which God Himself hath sworn,That he who goes is lost!How far may we go on in sin?How long will God forbear?Where does hope end, and where beginThe confines of despair?An answer from the skies is sent:“Ye that from God depart,While it is calledTO-DAY, repent,And harden not your heart.â€
Thereis a line, by us unseen,That crosses every path;The hidden boundary betweenGod’s patience and his wrath.
Thereis a line, by us unseen,
That crosses every path;
The hidden boundary between
God’s patience and his wrath.
To pass that limit is to die,To die as if by stealth;It does not quench the beaming eye,Or pale the glow of health.
To pass that limit is to die,
To die as if by stealth;
It does not quench the beaming eye,
Or pale the glow of health.
The conscience may be still at ease,The spirits light and gay;That which is pleasing still may please,And care be thrust away.
The conscience may be still at ease,
The spirits light and gay;
That which is pleasing still may please,
And care be thrust away.
But on that forehead God has setIndelibly a mark,Unseen by man, for man as yetIs blind and in the dark.
But on that forehead God has set
Indelibly a mark,
Unseen by man, for man as yet
Is blind and in the dark.
And yet the doomed man’s path belowMay bloom, as Eden bloomed;He did not, does not, will not know,Or feel that he is doomed.
And yet the doomed man’s path below
May bloom, as Eden bloomed;
He did not, does not, will not know,
Or feel that he is doomed.
He knows, he feels that all is well,And every fear is calmed;He lives, he dies, he wakes in hell,Not only doomed, but damned.
He knows, he feels that all is well,
And every fear is calmed;
He lives, he dies, he wakes in hell,
Not only doomed, but damned.
O where is this mysterious bourne,By which our path is crossed?Beyond which God Himself hath sworn,That he who goes is lost!
O where is this mysterious bourne,
By which our path is crossed?
Beyond which God Himself hath sworn,
That he who goes is lost!
How far may we go on in sin?How long will God forbear?Where does hope end, and where beginThe confines of despair?
How far may we go on in sin?
How long will God forbear?
Where does hope end, and where begin
The confines of despair?
An answer from the skies is sent:“Ye that from God depart,While it is calledTO-DAY, repent,And harden not your heart.â€
An answer from the skies is sent:
“Ye that from God depart,
While it is calledTO-DAY, repent,
And harden not your heart.â€
DR. J. ADDISON ALEXANDER.