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46. "Too Late, Too Late!" How Sad the Sound | C.M. |
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| 1 | "Too late, too late!" how sad the sound |
| On anxious human ears, |
| Of those who've waited long, a prey |
| To doubts, and hopes, and fears. |
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| 2 | But there's a time, when sadder far, |
| Shall sound in human ears, |
| A dread "too late," which, killing hope, |
| Will turn to death all fears. |
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| 3 | "Too late" they'll feel their lost estate, |
| Which now they don't believe; |
| "Too late" they'll see the grace of God |
| Which now they won't receive. |
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| 4 | "Too late" they'll find the door will shut, |
| Which now stands open wide; |
| "Too late" they'll have to meet their God |
| With no place then to hide. |
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| 5 | O sinner, pause, ere yet "too late"; |
| Now is the day of grace, |
| Now Jesus calls, oh, do obey |
| His pleading, loving voice. |
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| 6 | Today 'tis free to all who come, |
| And take Him at His word; |
| Tomorrow's sun may rise "too late" |
| For you who now have heard. |
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