"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.
But there's a time, when, sadder far,
Shall sound in mortal ears,
A dread "too late," which killing hope,
Will turn to truth all fears.
"Too late," they'll find the door will shut,
Which now stands open wide;
"Too late," they'll have to meet their God.
With then no place to hide.
Dear sinner, pause, ere yet "too late;"
Now is the day of grace,
Now Jesus calls, O! do obey
His pleading, loving voice.
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.
As I Live, Saith the Lord God, I Have No Pleasure In the Death of the Wicked; But That the Wicked Turn From His Way and Live.
The Blood of Jesus Christ, (God's Son) Cleanseth Us From All Sin.