God’s Time Now

Choose I must

and soon must choose

Holiness

or Heav­en lose;

While

what Heav­en loves

I hate—

Shut for me is Heav­en’s gate.

Endless sin means end­less woe;

Into end­less sin I go—

If my soul

from rea­son rent

Takes from sin its fi­nal bent!

As the stream its chan­nel grooves

And with­in that chan­nel moves—

So doth ha­bit’s deep­est tide

Groove its bed

and there ab­ide!

Light ob­eyed in­creas­eth light!

Light re­sist­ed bring­eth night;

Who shall give me will to choose

If the love of light I lose?

Speed

my soul! this in­stant yield!

Let the light its scep­ter wield;

While thy God pro­long­eth grace—

Haste thee to­ward His ho­ly face!