When the harvest is past and the summer is gone,
And God's gracious pleadings are o'er,
When the beams cease to break of the blest Lord's Day morn,
And Jesus invites thee no more—
When the harvest is past,
And the summer is o'er,
When the beams cease to break of the blest Lord's Day morn,
And Jesus invites you no more.
When the rich gales of mercy no longer shall blow,
The gospel no message declare,
How canst thou, sinner, bear the deep wailing of woe,
How suffer the night of despair?
When the saved ones have gone to the region of peace
To dwell in the mansions above,
When their harmony wakes in the fullness of bliss,
Their song to the Saviour of love—
O dear sinner, that livest at ease and secure,
Who fearest no trouble to come,
Can thy spirit the wailings of sorrow endure,
Or bear the impenitent's doom?