1 While life prolongs its precious light,
Mercy is found, and peace is given;
But soon, ah, soon, approaching night
Shall blot out every hope of heaven.

2 While God invites, how blest the day!
How sweet the Gospel’s charming sound!
Come, sinners, haste, oh, haste away,
While yet a pard'ning God is found.

3 Soon, borne on time’s most rapid wing,
Shall death command you to the grave;
Before His bar your spirits bring,
And none be found to hear or save.

4 In that lone land of deep despair
No Sabbath’s heav'nly light shall rise,
No God regard your bitter prayer,
No Saviour call you to the skies.

5 Now God invites; how blest the day!
How sweet the Gospel’s charming sound!
Come, sinners, haste, oh, haste away,
While yet a pard'ning God is found.