THE DANGER OF DELAY.
Whyshould I say, “’Tis yet too soonTo seek for Heaven or think of death?”A flower may fade before ’tis noon,And I this day may lose my breath.If this rebellious heart of mineDespise the gracious calls of Heaven,I may be harden’d in my sin,And never have repentance given.What if the Lord grow wroth and swear,While I refuse to read and pray,That He’ll refuse to lend an earTo all my groans another day!What if His dreadful anger burn,While I refuse His offer’d grace,And all His love to fury turn,And strike me dead upon the place!’Tis dangerous to provoke a God!His power and vengeance none can tell:One stroke of His almighty rodShall send young sinners quick to Hell!Then ’twill forever be in vainTo cry for pardon and for grace;To wish I had my time again,Or hope to see my Maker’s face.
Whyshould I say, “’Tis yet too soonTo seek for Heaven or think of death?”A flower may fade before ’tis noon,And I this day may lose my breath.If this rebellious heart of mineDespise the gracious calls of Heaven,I may be harden’d in my sin,And never have repentance given.What if the Lord grow wroth and swear,While I refuse to read and pray,That He’ll refuse to lend an earTo all my groans another day!What if His dreadful anger burn,While I refuse His offer’d grace,And all His love to fury turn,And strike me dead upon the place!’Tis dangerous to provoke a God!His power and vengeance none can tell:One stroke of His almighty rodShall send young sinners quick to Hell!Then ’twill forever be in vainTo cry for pardon and for grace;To wish I had my time again,Or hope to see my Maker’s face.
Whyshould I say, “’Tis yet too soonTo seek for Heaven or think of death?”A flower may fade before ’tis noon,And I this day may lose my breath.
Whyshould I say, “’Tis yet too soon
To seek for Heaven or think of death?”
A flower may fade before ’tis noon,
And I this day may lose my breath.
If this rebellious heart of mineDespise the gracious calls of Heaven,I may be harden’d in my sin,And never have repentance given.
If this rebellious heart of mine
Despise the gracious calls of Heaven,
I may be harden’d in my sin,
And never have repentance given.
What if the Lord grow wroth and swear,While I refuse to read and pray,That He’ll refuse to lend an earTo all my groans another day!
What if the Lord grow wroth and swear,
While I refuse to read and pray,
That He’ll refuse to lend an ear
To all my groans another day!
What if His dreadful anger burn,While I refuse His offer’d grace,And all His love to fury turn,And strike me dead upon the place!
What if His dreadful anger burn,
While I refuse His offer’d grace,
And all His love to fury turn,
And strike me dead upon the place!
’Tis dangerous to provoke a God!His power and vengeance none can tell:One stroke of His almighty rodShall send young sinners quick to Hell!
’Tis dangerous to provoke a God!
His power and vengeance none can tell:
One stroke of His almighty rod
Shall send young sinners quick to Hell!
Then ’twill forever be in vainTo cry for pardon and for grace;To wish I had my time again,Or hope to see my Maker’s face.
Then ’twill forever be in vain
To cry for pardon and for grace;
To wish I had my time again,
Or hope to see my Maker’s face.
Watts.