“Procrastination is the thief of time.” It may be the thief of your eternal bliss. Its every moment is high-handed and insane presumption. Its path is a path of unseen and innumerable dangers. You have no lease of your life. The present state is one of exposure and peril. The shafts of death are flying thickly about you. Time is short and its sands are swiftly falling. The bliss of Heaven, or the blackness of darkness forever, will soon be yours. With the saved or lost you must soon take your position. There is no intermediate ground. Choose, then, we beseech you, the enduring portion. Choose for eternity, choose wisely, choose now. And may it be ours to join the great song of salvation at last, ascribing blessing, and honor, and glory, and power, unto Him who sitteth upon the throne, and unto the Lamb who poured out his soul an offering for sin, that whosoever would believe on him might not perish but have everlasting life.
Worthy the Lamb once slain! So shall at last
All beings sing in Heaven and earth and sea,
The direful reign of sin forever past,
Before them, bliss whose end shall never be.
Worthy the Lamb! his life has saved from death,
Through him alone the immortal boon is given,
So shall each bounding pulse, each joyful breath,
Ascribe to him the bliss and power of Heaven.
Welcome, life-giving hour, expected long!