For mercy still lingers, and calls thee to-day;
Her voice is not heard in the vale of the tomb;
Her message, unheeded, will soon pass away.
4 Delay not, delay not! the Spirit of grace,
Long grieved and resisted, entreats thee to come;
Beware, lest in darkness thou finish thy race,
And sink to the vale of eternity’s gloom.
5 Delay not, delay not! the hour is at hand,
The earth shall dissolve and the heavens shall fade;
The dead, small and great, in the judgment shall stand: