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!