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Eternity is drawing near,
O unconverted soul.
Dost thou not fear the troubled waves
That o’er thee soon may roll?
O fly to Him, the blessèd One,
Who pleads thy cause on high;
While yet His mercy calleth thee,
Say, wherefore wilt thou die?
Eternity is drawing near,
Yet unprepared art thou;
Alas, what must become of thee
Should death o’ertake thee now?
O fly to Him, the blessèd One,
Who pleads thy cause on high;
While yet His mercy calleth thee,
Say, wherefore wilt thou die?
Eternity is drawing near,
Fast wanes thy taper light,
Oh, think how soon its flick’ring spark
May fade in endless night!
O fly to Him, the blessèd One,
Who pleads thy cause on high;
While yet His mercy calleth thee,
Say, wherefore wilt thou die?
Oh, slight the Savior’s call no more;
Thou hast no help but He;
And if thou still His grace refuse
Where will thy refuge be?
O fly to Him, the blessèd One,
Who pleads thy cause on high;
While yet His mercy calleth thee,
Say, wherefore wilt thou die?
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