Thy Hope for Eternity

O

what is thy hope for the fu­ture

And what of thy­self canst thou say?

Art thou com­ing re­pent­ant to Je­sus

Or griev­ing the Spir­it away?

Art thou build­ing a house that will per­ish

Or one that for­ev­er will stand?

Remember the fate of the fool­ish man

That trust­ed the sink­ing sand.

The blood of the cru­ci­fied Sav­ior

Was shed on the cross for thee;

But what is thy hope for the fu­ture

Thy hope for eter­ni­ty?

O

what is thy hope for the fu­ture?

’Tis time thou shouldst think of thy soul

When the mo­ments like ar­rows are fly­ing

And the years

oh how swift­ly they roll.

Art thou stor­ing the les­sons of wis­dom

So pa­tient­ly taught by thy Lord?

Or care­less­ly tread­ing be­neath thy feet

The pearls of His pre­cious Word?

Say

what is thy hope for the fu­ture

And where is thy hav­en? O where?

Art thou near­ing the har­bor of glo­ry

Or near­ing the brink of des­pair?

While the Sav­ior still waits to be gra­cious

Make haste

and His par­don im­plore;

Make haste

or the mer­cy that warns thee now

Will plead with thy soul no more.