Why should I say, " 'Tis yet too soon
To seek for heaven or think of death?"
A flower may fade before ‘tis noon,
And I this day may lose my breath.
If this rebellious heart of mine
Despise the gracious calls of Heaven,
I may be hardened in my sin,
And never have repentance given.
What if the Lord grow wroth, and swear,
While I refuse to read and pray,
That he’ll refuse to lend an ear
To all my groans another day!
What if his dreadful anger burn,
While I refuse his offered grace;
And all his love to fury turn,
And strike me dead upon the place!
’Tis dangerous to provoke a God
His power and vengeance none can tell;
One stroke of his almighty rod
Would send young sinners quick to hell.
Then ‘twould for ever be in vain
To cry for pardon or for grace;
To wish I had my time again,
Or hope to see my Maker’s face.
|First Line:||Why should I say, 'Tis yet too soon|
|Title:||The Danger of Delay|