1 Traveler, haste, the day is waning,
Soon its latest beam will set;
Haste where mercy now invites thee,
And thy Lord is waiting yet.
Hear him say O why delay?
Time is swiftly flying; do not stay;
Come where mercy now invites thee,
Traveler, haste, O haste away.
2 Thou wilt find no other refuge,
He alone has power to save;
From the darkness of the future,
From the midnight of the grave. [Refrain]
3 Do not wait until the morrow,
It may dawn, but not for thee;
Now there’s pardon at the fountain,
Precious fountain, full and free. [Refrain]
4 Still thy long-rejected Saviour
Bids thee ask him and receive
All the blessings he has promised
When repentant souls believe. [Refrain]
Source: Showers of Blessing #23