’Tis All Too Late

’Tis all too late

the sin­ner cries

Deluded by his sin

Nor yet be­lieves His Sav­ior died

A sin­ful world to win.

Lord! turn us to Thy cross

that so

This dark de­lu­sion break;

Thy Spir­it work in us to know

Salvation for Thy sake.

There is no mys­te­ry in faith

To know

ob­ey

and love

The word that marks our earth­ly path

And tells of Heav­en ab­ove.

The mys­te­ry’s in sin

where­by

We hide us from Thy face:

And full of self and woe

deny

The rich­ness of Thy grace.

Have mer­cy

Lord

that we un­learn

This trea­cher­ous mys­te­ry

And deep­ly own the cross

dis­cern

The hope that rests in Thee.