Beware! O Soul, Beware!

There is a time

I know not when

A place

I know not where;

That marks the des­ti­ny of man

To glo­ry or des­pair.

There is a line by us un­seen

That cross­es ev­ery path

The hid­den boun­da­ry be­tween

God’s pa­tience and His wrath.

Beware! O soul

be­ware!

Lest you cross the dead­line to­night;

Take care! O dy­ing soul

take care!

Don’t miss the guid­ing light.

To pass that lim­it is to die

To die as if by stealth;

It does not quench the beam­ing eye

Or pale the glow of health.

The con­science still may be at ease

The spir­it light and gay;

That which is pleas­ing still may please

And care be thrust away.

How far may we go on in sin?

How long will God for­bear?

Where does hope end? and where be­gin

The con­fines of des­pair?

An an­swer from the sky is sent

Ye that from God de­part

While it is called to­day

re­pent

And hard­en not your heart.