Hark, sinner, while God from on high doth entreat thee, And warnings with accents of mercy doth blend ; Give ear to His voice, lest in judgment He meet thee ; " The harvest is passing, the summer will end."
" The harvest is passing, the summer will end." " The harvest is passing, the summer will end."
2. How oft of thy danger and guilt He hath told thee ! How oft still the message of mercy doth send ! Haste, haste, while He waits in His arms to enfold thee ! " The harvest is passing, the summer will end."
3. Despised and rejected, at length He may leave thee : What anguish and horror thy bosom will rend ! Then haste thee, O sinner, while He will receive thee ! âThe harvest is passing, the summer will end."
4. The Saviour will call thee in judgment before Him ; Oh, bow to His sceptre, and make Him thy Friend ; Now yield Him thy heart, and make haste to adore Him ; " Thy harvest is passing, thy summer will end."