This night your soul will be demanded from you.
Luke 12:20
Words: Franklin L. Eiland, The Song Feast No. 1 (Waco, Texas: Trio Music, 1899).

Too late, ’twill be, for you to cry,
When mercy’s day has passed you by!
When solemn night, or dark despair,
Shall come upon you halting there!
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Too late, too late, poor trembling soul!
O will this be…your fate?
Too late, too late to be made whole!
Too late, too late, too late!
Too late, when death has barred the door,
Your wailing can be heard no more!
Rejected, there, thy soul will be—
Shut out, thro’ all eternity!
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Will you not heed the voice today,
Inviting you Christ to obey?
And be prepared to enter there,
A pure and spotless robe to wear?
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No longer, there in sin abide!
This all important step decide!
Come out, where Christ can touch thy soul,
And at this moment be made whole.
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