My Spirit shall not always strive with man.@Genesis 6:3
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Henry L. Gilmour (1836–1920)

Vir­gin­ia W. Moy­er, in Songs of Love and Praise No. 2, by Hen­ry Gil­mour et al. (Phil­a­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia: John J. Hood, 1895), num­ber 122.

Hen­ry L. Gil­mour (🔊 pdf nwc).

When ur­ging an ex­ceed­ing­ly wick­ed man to flee from the wrath to come, I was met by this state­ment: I was brought up to ho­nor God, and I have end­ed by hat­ing him; I have blas­phemed his name, and re­sist­ed his Spir­it un­til I can no lon­ger re­pent or be­lieve; if there is a dead-line to God’s grace I have drift­ed ov­er it, and am lost.

W. G. M.

O brother, the Savior is calling for thee,
Long, long has He called thee in vain;
He called thee when joy lent its crown to thy days,
He called thee in sorrow and pain.

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O turn, while the Savior in mercy is waiting,
And steer for the harbor light;
For how do you know but your soul may be drifting
Over the dead-line tonight?

O brother, thine ears have been deaf to His voice,
Thine eyes to His glory been dim;
The calls of thy Savior have so wearied thee,
O what if they should weary Him?

Refrain

O brother, the Spirit is striving with thee;
What if He should strive never more,
But leave thee alone, in thy darkness to dwell,
In sight of the heavenly shore?

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O brother, God’s patience may weary some day,
And leave thy sad soul in the blast;
By willful resistance you’ve drifted away,
Over the dead-line at last.

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