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L. M.
An evening expostulation.
O, do not let the word depart,
And close thine eye against the light;
Poor sinner, harden not thy heart;
Thou wouldst be saved; why not to-night?
2 To-morrow’s sun may never rise
To bless thy long deluded sight;
This is the time; O, then be wise!
Thou wouldst be saved; why not to-night?
3 Our God in pity lingers still;
And wilt thou thus his love requite?
Renounce at length thy stubborn will;
Thou wouldst be saved; why not to-night?
4 Our blesséd Lord refuses none
Who would to him their souls unite;
Then be the work of grace begun:
Thou wouldst be saved; why not to-night?