O, what is thy hope for the fu­ture,
And what of thy­self canst thou say?
Art thou com­ing re­pent­ant to Je­sus,
Or griev­ing the Spir­it away?
Art thou build­ing a house that will per­ish,
Or one that for­ev­er will stand?
Remember the fate of the fool­ish man
That trust­ed the sink­ing sand.

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The blood of the cru­ci­fied Sav­ior
Was shed on the cross for thee;
But what is thy hope for the fu­ture,
Thy hope for eter­ni­ty?

O, what is thy hope for the fu­ture?
’Tis time thou shouldst think of thy soul,
When the mo­ments like ar­rows are fly­ing,
And the years, oh how swift­ly they roll.
Art thou stor­ing the les­sons of wis­dom,
So pa­tient­ly taught by thy Lord?
Or care­less­ly tread­ing be­neath thy feet
The pearls of His pre­cious Word?

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Say, what is thy hope for the fu­ture,
And where is thy ha­ven? O where?
Art thou near­ing the har­bor of glo­ry,
Or near­ing the brink of des­pair?
While the Sav­ior still waits to be gra­cious,
Make haste, and His par­don im­plore;
Make haste, or the mer­cy that warns thee now,
Will plead with thy soul no more.

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