The Last Appeal

Listen

sin­ner

will you list­en

While I make one more ap­peal?

Would with tears your eyes might glist­en!

Would to God your heart might feel!

You will

too

ere long be dy­ing;

Soon we’ll miss you from the earth

And your cold form will be ly­ing

’Neath the green­sward and the turf.

But the grave is not the end­ing

Sin will kill be­yond the tomb:

Oh

what aw­ful hor­rors pend­ing

In those words

the sin­ner’s doom!

God has traced it with His fin­ger

Jesus said it should be so

He who lives and dies a sin­ner

Must en­dure eter­nal woe.

You have had the Bi­ble warn­ing

You have had the Spir­it

too

Ever since life’s ear­ly morn­ing

He has strove and plead with you.

Many times the tear­drop glist­ened

Many times your heart did melt;

To the sto­ry you have list­ened

Of the pangs your Sav­ior felt.

But the Bi­ble you have slight­ed

And the Spir­it turned away

And re­fused

tho’ oft in­vit­ed

To im­prove your gra­cious day;

Oh

how hard your heart is get­ting!

Oh

how sad your state to­day!

Friend

your star of hope is set­ting

Haste to Christ with­out de­lay!