TRAVELER to Eternity, whither art thou speeding—
Along Life's pathway brief and drawing to an end?
Another year is over, earth's joys are all receding,
Oh, where dost thou mean thine Eternity to spend?
Will it be in Glory, with Christ who died to save you,
Who left His Father's throne to suffer here below,
Who gave Himself a ransom from sin and death to free thee,
That thou may'st never know the depths of endless woe?
To-day His voice is calling. Oh, hear His gracious pleading:
Come, let us reason, sinner-be reconciled to God.
Oh, close with Mercy's offer, cast away all unbelieving,
And shelter, shelter quickly, beneath the precious Blood.
Oh, wilt thou slight His mercy, neglect His great salvation,
And spend this fresh new year as thou hast spent the past,
In sin and worldly pleasure, but under condemnation,
With Eternity, Eternity, nearing, nearing fast?
Before this new year closes thy soul may be required;
Whose then will be the things thine heart is fixed upon?
Perished, and forever, all thou hast admired,
And thy never-dying soul, where will it be gone?
Still, still the day of grace lasts, the time by God accepted;
Oh, haste thee! halt no longer 'twixt joy and endless woe,
Or thou shalt wait in anguish, o'er salvation now rejected,
Because God called, ye refused; said "Come," but ye said
"No."
ALICE OLDROYD.