Loved ones will weep o’er my silent face,
Dear ones will clasp me in sad embrace,
Shadows and darkness will fill the place
FIVE MINUTES AFTER I DIE.
Faces that sorrow, I will not see;
Voices that murmur will not reach me!
But where, oh where, will my spirit be
FIVE MINUTES AFTER I DIE?
Here I have feasted, and worked and ranged;
Here I have cherished, or grown estranged;
There, and then, it will all be changed
FIVE MINUTES AFTER I DIE.
Naught can repair then the good I lack;
Fixed to the goal of my chosen track;
No room to repent, no turning back,
FIVE MINUTES AFTER I DIE.
Now I can stifle a conscience stirred;
Now I can silence the Voice oft heard;
Then, fulfillment of God’s sure Word,
FIVE MINUTES AFTER I DIE.
If I am flinging a fortune away,
If I am wasting salvation’s day,
“Just is my sentence,” my soul shall say,
FIVE MINUTES AFTER I DIE
“These are written, that ye might believe that Jesus is the Christ . . . and that believing ye might have life through His name.” John 20:31