While life prolongs its precious light,

Mercy is found, and peace is given;

But soon, ah! soon, approaching night

Shall blot out every hope of heaven.

2 While God invites, how blest the day!

How sweet the gospel’s charming sound!

Come, sinners, haste, O haste away,

While yet a pardoning God is found.

3 Soon, borne on time’s most rapid wing,

Shall death command you to the grave,

Before his bar your spirits bring,

And none be found to hear or save.

4 In that lone land of deep despair,

No Sabbath’s heavenly light shall rise;

No God regard your bitter prayer,

Nor Saviour call you to the skies.

5 Now God invites, how blest the day!

How sweet the gospel’s charming sound!

Come, sinners, haste, O haste away,

While yet a pardoning God is found.