When the Harvest Is Past

When the har­vest is past

and the sum­mer is gone

And ser­mons and pray­ers shall be o’er;

When the beams cease to break of the sweet Sab­bath morn

And Je­sus in­vites thee no more;

When the rich gales of mer­cy no long­er shall blow

The Gos­pel no mes­sage de­clare;

Sinner

how canst thou bear the deep wail­ings of woe?

How suf­fer the night of des­pair?

When the ho­ly have gone to the re­gions of peace

To dwell in the man­sions above

When their har­mo­ny wakes

in the full­ness of bliss

Their song to the Sav­ior they love.

Say

O sin­ner

who liv­est at rest

and se­cure

Who fear­est no trou­ble to come

Can thy spir­it the swell­ings of sor­row en­dure

Or bear the im­pe­ni­tent’s doom?