THE GOSPEL CALLS

Vain man, thy fond pursuits forbear;
Repent; thy end is nigh;
Death at the farthest can’t be far:
Oh! think before thou die.

Reflect; thou hast a soul to save;
Thy sins, how high they mount!
What are thy hopes beyond the grave?
How stands that dark account?

Death enters, and there’s no defence;
His time there’s none can tell;
He’ll in a moment call thee hence,
To heaven or to hell.

Thy flesh, perhaps, thy chiefest care,
Shall crawling worms consume:
But ah! destruction stops not there;
Sin kills beyond the tomb.

Today the gospel calls, today;
Sinners, it speaks to you;
Let every one forsake his way,
And mercy will ensue!

Rich mercy, dearly bought with blood,
How vile soe’er he be;
Abundant pardon, peace with God;
All given entirely free.

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