“The harvest is passing, the summer will end.”
2 How oft of thy danger and guilt he hath told thee!
How oft still the message of mercy doth send!
Haste, haste, while he waits in his arms to enfold thee;
“The harvest is passing, the summer will end.”
3 Despised and rejected, at length he may leave thee:
What anguish and horror thy bosom will rend!
Then, haste thee, O sinner, while he will receive thee;
“The harvest is passing, the summer will end.”
4 Ere long, and Jehovah will come in his power;