1 ‘Tis not too late, no, not too late!
Yield not thyself to dark despair,
To win thy soul, with cunning art
The subtle Tempter spreads his snare,
Fly from him and seek thy God,
There is danger in delay,
Leave the road to darkness,
Seek the straight and narrow way.
Leave the road that leads to darkness,
Unto Christ you Savior flee,
For the golden gate of mercy
Ever stands ajar for thee.
2 Nay, doubting soul, ‘tis not too late!
For you the Lord was crucified;
And thro’ the merits of His death,
See, Mercy’s door stands open wide.
Seek Him now with all your heart,
Unto Him your sins confess
With a perfect pardon,
He awaits your soul to bless. [Refrain]
3 ‘Tis not too late! O let these words
Your weak and fainting spirit cheer;
Unto each broken, contrite heart
The blessed Savior draweth near!
Than His tender love for you,
Greater love there cannot be;
Lo! His hands extended,
Wait to welcome even thee. [Refrain]
Ada Jane Blenkhorn Canada 1858-1927 Born in Cobourg, Ontario, the 10th of 11 children, she emigrated with her family to the U.S. In 1884 and settled in Cleveland, OH.. She was raised a Methodist, and began writing hymn lyrics at age 34. A prolific writer of hymn lyrics, she was about to give it up when a friend encouraged her to continue, telling her some soul might be saved by a hymn she would write. She worked for many years as secretary to her brother, Henry's, real estate company. After his death in 1923, she became president of the company. She never married.
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