1 Now is the time, the accepted hour,
O! sinners come away'
The Savior's knocking at our door,
Arise without delay.
2 O! don't refuse to give him room,
Lest mercy should withdraw;
He'll then in robes of vengeance come
to execute his law.
3 Then where, poor mortals, will you be,
If destitute of grace,
When you your injured Judge shall see,
And stand before his face.
4 O! could you shun that dreadful sight,
How would you wish to fly,
To the dark shades of endless night,
From that all-searching eye?
5 But death and hell must all appear
And you among them stand;
Before the great impartial bar
Arraigned at Christ's left hand.
6 Let not these warnings be in vain,
But lend a listening ear;
Lest you should meet them all again,
When wrapped in keen despair.
The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the most approved authors, 1799
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