Tomorrow

Dost thou know

O trif­ling mor­tal

Where to­mor­row will be spent?

Hast thou hope be­yond death’s por­tal

Should swift call for thee be sent?

One more hour to seek the Sav­ior

His once of­fered love to grasp;

What were worlds be­side the fa­vor

Of Thy lov­ing hand to clasp?

Think what un­avail­ing sor­row

When that mor­row is to­day;

What wouldst thou not give to bor­row

One brief hour from life’s lost day!

Now that love is wait­ing for thee

That pierced hand held out to save;

All His cruel wounds im­plore you

Come

My life for you I gave!

There may be no more to­mor­row

No more suns for thee may rise;

Thine no more earth’s joys and sor­rows

Smiling morn

or ev­en­ing skies.

Oh

how long­er can you grieve Him

How His mer­cy turn away?

Come

with thank­ful tears re­ceive Him;

Come to Je­sus

come to­day!