The danger of delay. 8,8,8,8 Why should I say, "Tis yet too soon "To seek for heaven or think of death?" A flower may fade before tis noon, And I this day may lose my breath. If this rebellious heart of mine Despise the gracious calls of Heaven, I may be harden'd in my sin, And never have repentance given. What if the Lord grow wroth, and swear, While I refuse to read and pray, That he'll refuse to lend an ear To all my groans another day! What if his dreadful anger burn, While I refuse his offer'd grace, And all his love to anger turn, And strike me dead upon the place! 'Tis dangerous to provoke a God! His power and vengeance none can tell: One stroke of his almighty rod Shall send young sinners quick to hell. Then twill for ever be in vain To cry for pardon or for grace; To wish I had my time again, Or hope to see my Maker's face. |