Now Is the Time, th’Accepted Hour

Now is the time

th’ac­cept­ed hour

O! sin­ners come away;

The Sav­ior’s knock­ing at our door

Arise with­out de­lay.

O! don’t re­fuse to give Him room

Lest mer­cy should with­draw;

He’ll then in robes of ven­geance come

To exe­cute His law.

Then where

poor mor­tals

will you be

If des­ti­tute of grace

When you your in­jured Judge shall see

And stand be­fore His face.

O! could you shun that dread­ful sight

How would you wish to fly

To darkest shades of end­less night

From that all-search­ing eye?

But death and hell must all ap­pear

And you among them stand;

Before the great im­par­tial bar

Arraigned at Christ’s left hand.

Let not these warn­ings be in vain

But lend a list­en­ing ear;

Lest you should meet them all again

When wrapped in keen des­pair.