Hasten, sinner, to be wise,
Stay not for the morrow’s sun;
Wisdom, if you still despise,
Harder is it to be won.

Hasten, mercy to implore;
Stay not for the morrow’s sun;
Lest thy season should be o’er,
Ere this evening’s course be run.

Hasten, sinner, to return;
Stay not for the morrow’s sun;
Lest thy lamp should cease to burn,
Ere salvation’s work is done.

Hasten, sinner, to be bless’d;
Stay not for the morrow’s sun;
Lest perdition thee arrest,
Ere the morrow is begun.

Lord, do Thou the sinner turn;
Rouse him from his senseless state;
Let him not Thy counsel spurn,
And lament his choice too late.

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