MORTAL, of days that fly,
Nearing eternity,
Meet God thou must;
Holy and righteous He,
Glorious in Majesty,
Thou—passing dust.
Naked, sin-steeped thou art,
Soul, body, mind and heart,
Lost helplessly!
God has a ransom found,
Jesus has cleared the ground,
Sinbearer He.
God thee will justify
Shouldst thou on Christ rely,
Yield and repent;
Not thine to strive to win
Pardon for life of sin,
God is content.
Just, He abounds in grace,
Christ took the sinner’s place,
Setting him free;
Conqueror of death He rose,
Victor o’er all His foes,
God-Man is He.
Life for mortality,
Fruit of His victory,
He offers thee;
Thou need’st no longer roam,
God bids thee welcome—home,
Christ is His plea.
J. L. B.