A More Convenient Day

Almost per­suad­ed

Agrip­pa said;

Conviction hum­bled his proud state­ly head

And stirred his king­ly breast;

He heard the won­der­ful words of Paul

Proclaiming Je­sus the all in all

The sin­ner’s sol­ace and rest;

But al­most per­suad­ed the king went his way

Awaiting a more con­ven­ient day.

A more con­ven­ient day

A more con­ven­ient day

Alas! how ma­ny are go­ing as­tray

Awaiting a more con­ven­ient day.

Almost per­suad­ed

with bat­ed breath

The young man thinks of the mo­ment of death

But fame’s al­lur­ing star

To his fond vi­sion so bright ap­pears

And comes anon to His wait­ing ears

Such praise from near and far

That with these de­lusions the youth turns away

Awaiting a more con­ven­ient day.

Almost per­suad­ed

the maid­en cries

And wipes the tears from her spark­ling brown eyes;

But O

I’m called so fair

’Tis hard to sac­ri­fice joys of youth;

I’ll seek the Lord and ac­cept His truth

When comes a sea­son of pray­er;

And strug­gling with con­sci­ence the girl turns away

Awaiting a more con­ven­ient day.

Almost per­suad­ed

the Spir­it waits

And knocks

and knocks at the close­ly barred gates

But si­lence reigns with­in;

No word of wel­come comes back from those

Who spurn His warn­ings and seek re­pose

In fa­tal opiates of sin;

Rejected and slight­ed they turn Him away

No hope of a more con­ven­ient day.