Is summer ended,--harvest past,
And I not sav'd?--God of grace,
Thy covenant yet standeth fast,
Still Thy command is--"Seek my face."
Ah! now or never may I call
On Thy great Name, through Christ, Thy Son;
This hour, this moment, I might fall,--
Fall, and for ever be undone.
Save, Lord, I perish!--hear my cry;
I walk in darkness,--Thou art light;
Shine forth upon my spirit's eye,
Faith, that outsees the eye of sight.
Faint, yet pursuing, I lay hold
On Thy sure Word, which cannot fail;
Through weakness strong, by fear made bold,
I plead that Word, and must prevail.
Thine own Almightiness is mine,
When wrestling thus in prayer with Thee;
Through Christ's atonement, I am Thine;
Now let me Thy salvation see,
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