Where Is Thy Refuge?

Say

where is thy refuge

my bro­ther

And what is thy pros­pect today?

Why toil for the wealth that will perish

The trea­sures that rust and de­cay?

Oh

think of thy soul

that for­ev­er

Must live on eter­ni­ty’s shore

When thou in the dust art for­got­ten

When plea­sure can charm thee no more.

’Twill pro­fit thee no­thing

but fear­ful the cost

To gain the whole world if thy soul should be lost!

To gain the whole world if thy soul should be lost!

The Mas­ter is call­ing thee

bro­ther

In tones of com­pas­sion and love

To feel that sweet rap­ture of par­don

And lay up thy trea­sure above;

Oh

kneel at the cross where He suf­fered

To ran­som thy soul from the grave

The arm of His mer­cy will hold Thee

The arm that is migh­ty to save.

The sum­mer is wan­ing

my bro­ther

Repent

ere the sea­son is past;

God’s good­ness to thee is ex­tend­ed

As long as the day-beam shall last;

Then slight not the warn­ing re­peat­ed

With all the bright mo­ments that roll

Nor say

when the har­vest is end­ed

That no one hath cared for thy soul.