Is summer ended,--harvest past,

And I not sav'd?--God of grace,

Thy covenant yet standeth fast,

Still Thy command is--"Seek my face."

Ah! now or never may I call

On Thy great Name, through Christ, Thy Son;

This hour, this moment, I might fall,--

Fall, and for ever be undone.

Save, Lord, I perish!--hear my cry;

I walk in darkness,--Thou art light;

Shine forth upon my spirit's eye,

Faith, that outsees the eye of sight.

Faint, yet pursuing, I lay hold

On Thy sure Word, which cannot fail;

Through weakness strong, by fear made bold,

I plead that Word, and must prevail.

Thine own Almightiness is mine,

When wrestling thus in prayer with Thee;

Through Christ's atonement, I am Thine;

Now let me Thy salvation see,