O Fly to Him

Eternity is draw­ing near

O un­con­vert­ed soul.

Dost thou not fear the trou­bled waves

That o’er thee soon may roll?

O fly to Him

the bless­èd One

Who pleads thy cause on high;

While yet His mer­cy call­eth thee

Say

where­fore wilt thou die?

Eternity is draw­ing near

Yet un­pre­pared art thou;

Alas

what must be­come of thee

Should death o’er­take thee now?

Eternity is draw­ing near

Fast wanes thy ta­per light

Oh

think how soon its flick­er­ing spark

May fade in end­less night!

Oh

slight the Sav­ior’s call no more;

Thou hast no help but He;

And if thou still His grace re­fuse

Where will thy re­fuge be?