“When the harvest is past.”
When the harvest is past, and the summer is gone;
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When the harvest is past, and the summer is gone;And warnings and prayers shall be o'er;When the beams cease to break of the sweet Sabbath mornAnd Jesus invites thee no more;When the rich gales of mercy no longer shall blow,The gospel no message declare;Sinner, how can'st thou bear the deep wailings of woe;How suffer the night of despair.
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When the holy have gone to the regions of peace,Those heavenly mansions to prove ;When their harmony wakes in the fulness of bliss,Their song to the Saviour they love;Say, O Sinner, that livest at rest and secure,Who fearest no trouble to come,Can thy spirit the swellings of sorrow endureOr bear the impenitent's doom!