Tomorrow May Be Too Late

The Mas­ter stands out­side the door;

He calls as oft He’s called be­fore:

Why suf­fer Him to long­er wait?

Tomorrow may be too late.

Tomorrow may be too late

Tomorrow may be too late;

O come to­day

turn not away

Tomorrow

to­mor­row

Tomorrow may be too late.

There is no joy so full

com­plete

As that to sit at Je­sus’ feet:

Why not ac­cept this high es­tate?

Tomorrow may be too late.

The day in­to the past is gone

This mo­ment on­ly is thine own;

Turn now thy face t’ward Heav­en’s gate

Tomorrow may be too late.