1 The time is short! the season near,
When death will us remove;
To leave our friends, however dear,
And all we fondly love.
2 The time is short! sinners beware,
Nor trifle time away;
The word of great salvation hear,
While it is call'd to-day.
3 The time is short! ye rebels, now
To Christ the Lord submit;
To mercy's golden sceptre bow,
And fall at Jesus' feet.
4 The time is short! ye saints rejoice--
The Lord will quickly come:
Cure the vile fever of the mind,
And feed our soul with joys refin'd.
|First Line:||The time is short! the season near|
|Topic:||Holy Spirit: Vanity and uncertainty of life; Time is short|