Sometime (Hewitt)

A voice is heard in the dewy dawn

And the call is sweet and low;

Come now

My child to the Shep­herd’s fold

Where the liv­ing wa­ters flow;

But the gay heart an­swers in care­less tones

As light as the morn­ing chime

Let me live for the world just a lit­tle while

I will come to God—some­time!

Beware! Be­ware! At the pear­ly gate

God may an­swer your some­time

too late! too late!

Beware! Be­ware! At the pear­ly gate

God may an­swer your some­time

too late! too late!

The day is near­ing the noon­tide glow

And the voice is heard again

It calls the soul to a nob­ler life

’Tis a pa­tient

kind re­frain;

Enter now the Mas­ter’s broad har­vest field

In the strength of your ear­ly prime

Come and bring to His work serv­ice good and true

Still the same re­ply—some­time!

The feet are tread­ing the west­ern slope

And the air is grow­ing chill;

O can it be God is wait­ing yet

That His voice is plead­ing still?

That He’ll flood with beau­ty the sun­set sky

Bright rays from the Gold­en Clime?

But the sin­ner long hard­ened

has turned away

With the fa­tal word—some­time!

O soul

take heed

ere the sha­dows fall

And the day of grace be past

For how shall a tremb­ling sin­ner stand

By the gates of death at last?

Hear the Sav­ior’s call; at the cross lay down

Thy bur­den of guilt and crime

And the an­gels shall sing thee a sweet­er song

Than the sad re­frain Some­time.