ONLY a little while ago I read of one who had often been warned of her danger, and whose last words were, “I might have been saved once, but it’s too late now.”
Do not let this be so with you, my young readers, but come now, and Jesus will in no wise cast you out.
You need a Savior, and Jesus is the Savior you need.
“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 human ears,
A dread “too late,” which, killing hope,
Will turn to death all fears.
“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.
“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.
O! 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.
ML-09/05/1920