The Mas­ter stands out­side the door;
He calls as oft He’s called be­fore:
Why suf­fer Him to long­er wait?
Tomorrow may be too late.

Refrain

Tomorrow may be too late,
Tomorrow may be too late;
O come to­day, turn not away,
Tomorrow, to­mor­row,
Tomorrow may be too late.

There is no joy so full, com­plete,
As that to sit at Je­sus’ feet:
Why not ac­cept this high es­tate?
Tomorrow may be too late.

Refrain

The day in­to the past is gone,
This mo­ment on­ly is thine own;
Turn now thy face t’ward Hea­ven’s gate,
Tomorrow may be too late.

Refrain