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Too late? Ah, no, the pulse of life
still throbs within thy breast;
And while that blessèd spark remains,
thy soul may find a rest.
The Lord in mercy spares thee yet
His love to thee is great;
But do not tempt that love too far,
or it may be too late.
Too late, too late,
Soon ’twill be too late;
Too late, too late,
Soon ’twill be too late.
He stands, He knocks, He calls, He waits,
He tarries at thy heart;
Canst thou reject His gracious call?
And wilt thou say depart?
O, think on what a slender thread
this moment hangs thy fate;
Arise—admit thy heav’nly Guest,
or it may be too late.
Too late, too late,
Soon ’twill be too late;
Too late, too late,
Soon ’twill be too late.
Behold His hands, His bleeding side,
His crown of thorns behold!
And let His arms, extended wide,
Thy trembling form enfold.
His mercy lengthens out thy days,
His love to thee is great;
O, do not tempt that love too far,
or it may be too late.
Too late, too late,
Soon ’twill be too late;
Too late, too late,
Soon ’twill be too late.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 D (D.C.M.) and ref
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Dates:
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Bible Refs:
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Mt 25:10;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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TOO LATE
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 D (D.C.M.) and ref
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