Dost thou know, O trifling mortal

1 Dost thou know, O trifling mortal,
Where to-morrow will be spent?
Hast thou hope beyond death's portal
Should swift call for thee be sent?

Chorus:
One more hour to seek the Saviour,
His once offer'd love to grasp,--
What were worlds beside the favor
Of Thy loving hand to clasp.

2 Think what unavailing sorrow
When that morrow is today;
What would'st thou not give to borrow
One brief hour from life's lost day! [Chorus]

3 Now that love is waiting for thee,
That pierc'd hand held out to save;
All His cruel wounds implore you
"Come, My life for you I gave!" [Chorus]

4 There may be no more to-morrow,
No more suns for thee may rise;
Thine no more earth's joys and sorrows,
Smiling morn, or evening skies. [Chorus]

5 Oh, how longer can you grieve Him,
How His mercy turn away;
Come, with thankful tears receive Him,
Come to Jesus, come today! [Chorus]

Source: Hallowed Hymns, New and Old #72

• MIDI file from The Cyber Hymnal #6860