Late, Late, too Late

1 Lake, late, too late! ye cannot enter in,
The door is shut, in vain ye wait, The Bridegroom's gone within.
The hour of mercy now is o'er,
Justice hath closed the open door,
Justice from Him whose grace bofore
You spurned from love of sin,
'Tis now too late, too late!

2 Late, late, too late! ye cannot enter now,
The music wakes within the gate, The Garland crowns the brow,
The heav'nly strains that reach your hear,
Their very sweetness makes more drear,
Filling your boding hearts with fear.
Ye cannot enter now —
To late, to late, too late!

3 Late, late, too late! why came ye not before?
Did He not long with patience wait and open keep the door?
Did He not many a message send?
Did He not woo you like a friend?
Why did you not His voice attend?
Your day of grace is o'er,
'Tis now too late, too late!

4 Late, late, too late! ye cannot enter now,
Barred and for ever is the gate, mercy averts her brow —
His voice you called you to repent
Hat sworn, and He will not relent,
Your day of grace alas! is spent,
You cannot enter now!
Too late, too late, too late!


Source: Melodies of Grace and Truth #35