1 Seek, my soul, the narrow gate,
Enter ere it be too late;
Many ask to enter there
When too late to offer prayer.
2 God from mercy's seat shall rise,
And for ever bar the skies:
Then though sinners cry without,
He will say, "I know you not."
3 Mournfully will they exclaim;
"Lord, we have professed Thy Name;
We have ate with Thee, and heard
Heavenly teaching in Thy word."
4 Vain, alas! will be their plea,
Workers of iniquity;
Sad their everlasting lot;
Christ will say, "I know you not."
Source: The Book of Worship #279