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The harvest is past
and the summer is ended,
Alas, precious soul,
this may be thy sad cry:
“The Spirit is gone
I’ve so often offended,
And now with the lost
I must perish and die.”
The harvest is past,
And I am not saved;
How fearful the cost
For a soul to be lost!
The harvest is past
and the summer is ended,
The last call of mercy
forever is gone,
And down to the regions
of darkness eternal,
In anguish I take
my sad journey alone.
The harvest is past,
And I am not saved;
How fearful the cost
For a soul to be lost!
The harvest is past
and the summer is ended,
Refusing entreaties
still harder I’ve grown;
Salvation I’ve slighted,
and now, unforgiven,
I reap for my soul
of the seed I have sown.
The harvest is past,
And I am not saved;
How fearful the cost
For a soul to be lost!
The harvest is past
and the summer is ended,
Awaken, dear soul,
ere it be thy sad moan;
The Savior is willing
and waiting to save you,
Oh, come, ere His Spirit
forever has flown.
The harvest is past,
And I am not saved;
How fearful the cost
For a soul to be lost!
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