The Last Call

’Tis the last call of mer­cy

That lin­gers for thee;

Oh! sin­ner

re­ceive it;

To Je­sus now flee!

He oft­en has called thee

But thou hast re­fused!

His of­fered sal­va­tion

And love are ab­used!

If thou slight­est this warn­ing

Now of­fered at last

Thine will be the sad mourn­ing—

The har­vest is past

Salvation I’ve slight­ed

The sum­mer is o’er

And now there is par­don

Sweet par­don

no more.

’Tis the last call of mer­cy

Oh

turn not away

For now swift­ly hast­eth

The dread ven­geance day!

The Spir­it in­vites you

And pleads with you

come!

Oh

come to life’s wa­ters

Nor thirst­ing­ly roam!

’Tis the last call of mer­cy

Oh

steel not thy heart

For now she is ris­ing

From earth to de­part!

The Bride is now call­ing—

Ye thirs­ty souls

come!

Oh

come with the ran­somed

In Heav­en there’s room!

’Tis the last call of mer­cy

That lin­gers for thee

Break away from thy bond­age

Oh

sin­ner

be free!

Be not a sad mourn­er

The har­vest is past

The sum­mer is end­ed—

And per­ish at last.