1 Sinners, take the friendly warning;
Soon that awful day shall break,
And the trumpet, with its dawning,
All the slumbering millions wake.
2 See assembled every nation!--
Loftly cities, temples, towers,
Wrapt in dreadful conflagration,
Earth and sea the flame devours.
3 Ye who to the world dissemble,
While you practice deeds of night,
Sinners, now behold and tremble;
All your crimes are brought to light.
4 Ye who now, conviction stifling,
Waste your time, the loss deplore;
Hear the angel--cease your trifling--
Time, he cries, shall be no more.
5 Pause and hear the voice of reason,
Catch the moments as they fly;
You who lose the present season,
You must all find time to die.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #923