Our God will arise, with his foes to contend:
Haste, haste thee, O sinner; prepare for that hour;
“The harvest is passing, the summer will end.”
5 The Saviour will call thee in judgment before him:
O, bow to his scepter, and make him thy Friend;
Now yield him thy heart; make haste to adore him;
“The harvest is passing, the summer will end.”
J. B. Hague.
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