Over the Dead-Line

O bro­ther

the Sav­ior is call­ing for thee

Long

long has He called thee in vain;

He called thee when joy lent its crown to thy days

He called thee in sor­row and pain.

O turn

while the Sav­ior in mer­cy is wait­ing

And steer for the har­bor light;

For how do you know but your soul may be drift­ing

Over the dead-line to­night?

O bro­ther

thine ears have been deaf to His voice

Thine eyes to His glo­ry been dim;

The calls of thy Sav­ior have so wea­ried thee

O what if they should wea­ry Him?

O bro­ther

the Spir­it is striv­ing with thee;

What if He should strive nev­er more

But leave thee alone

in thy dark­ness to dwell

In sight of the heav­en­ly shore?

O brother

God’s pa­tience may wea­ry some day

And leave thy sad soul in the blast;

By will­ful re­sist­ance you’ve drift­ed away

Over the dead-line at last.