Delay, Danger of

Verse 1

Behold! a Stranger’s at the door;
He gently knocks, has knocked before;
Has waited long, is waiting still:
You treat no other Friend so ill.

Verse 2

But will He prove a Friend indeed?
He will, the very Friend you need;
The Man of Nazareth, ’tis He,
With garments dyed at Calvary.

Verse 3

O lovely attitude! He stands
With melting heart and laden hands;
O matchless kindness! and He shows
This matchless kindness to His foes.

Verse 4

Rise, touched with gratitude Divine,
Turn out His enemy and thine,
That soul-destroying monster, sin,
And let the heavenly Stranger in.

Verse 5

Admit Him ere His anger burn;
His feet, departed, ne’er return:
Admit Him, or the hour’s at hand
When at His door denied you’ll stand.

Verse 1

To-day the Saviour calls:
Ye wanderers, come;
O ye benighted souls,
Why longer roam?

Verse 2

To-day the Saviour calls:
O listen now;
Within these sacred walls
To Jesus bow.

Verse 3

To-day the Saviour calls:
For refuge fly;
The storm of vengeance falls,
Ruin is nigh.

Verse 4

The Spirit calls to-day:
Yield to His power;
O grieve Him not away,
’Tis mercy’s hour.

Verse 1

To-day the Saviour calls:
Ye wanderers, come;
O ye benighted souls,
Why longer roam?

Verse 2

To-day the Saviour calls:
O listen now;
Within these sacred walls
To Jesus bow.

Verse 3

To-day the Saviour calls:
For refuge fly;
The storm of vengeance falls,
Ruin is nigh.

Verse 4

The Spirit calls to-day:
Yield to His power;
O grieve Him not away,
’Tis mercy’s hour.

Verse 1

To-morrow, Lord, is Thine,
Lodged in Thy sovereign hand;
And if its sun arise and shine,
It shines by Thy command.

Verse 2

The present moment flies,
And bears our life away;
O make Thy servants truly wise,
That they may live to-day.

Verse 3

Since on this wingèd hour
Eternity is hung,
Waken, by Thine almighty power,
The aged and the young.

Verse 4

One thing demands our care,
O be it still pursued;
Lest, slighted once, the season fair
Should never be renewed.

Verse 5

To Jesus may we fly,
Swift as the morning light,
Lest life’s young golden beams should die
In sudden, endless night.

Verse 1

“Yet there is room:” the Lamb’s bright hall of song,
With its fair glory, beckons thee along:
Room, room, still room! O enter, enter now.

Verse 2

Day is declining, and the sun is low;
The shadows lengthen, light makes haste to go:
Room, room, still room! O enter, enter now.

Verse 3

The bridal hall is filling for the feast;
Pass in, pass in, and be the Bridegroom’s guest:
Room, room, still room! O enter, enter now.

Verse 4

It fills, it fills, that hall of jubilee!
Make haste, make haste; ’tis not too full for thee:
Room, room, still room! O enter, enter now.

Verse 5

Yet there is room: still open stands the gate,
The gate of love; it is not yet too late:
Room, room, still room! O enter, enter now.

Verse 6

O enter in; that banquet is for thee;
That cup of everlasting joy is free:
Room, room, still room! O enter, enter now.

Verse 7

All heaven is there, all joy! Go in, go in;
The angels beckon thee the prize to win:
Room, room, still room! O enter, enter now.

Verse 8

Louder and sweeter sounds the loving call;
Come, lingerer, come; enter that festal hall:
Room, room, still room! O enter, enter now.

Verse 9

Ere night that gate may close, and seal thy doom;
Then the last low, long cry, “No room, no room!”
No room, no room! O woeful cry, “No room!”