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L. M.
The night cometh.
John 9:4.
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.
Dwight.