O unconverted soul.
Dost thou not fear the troubled waves
That o'er thee soon may roll?
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O fly to Him, the blessed One,
Who pleads thy cause on high;
While yet His mercy called thee,
Say, wherefore wilt thou die?
Eternity is drawing near,
Yet unprepared art thou;
Alas, what must become of thee
Should death overtake thee now?
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Eternity is drawing near,
Fast wanes thy taper light,
Oh, think how soon its flick' ring spark
May fade in endless night!
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Oh, slight the Saviour's call no more;
Thou hast no help but He;
And if thou still His grace refuse
Where will thy refuge be?
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