Not Yet

"Go thy way, and when I have a more convenient season I will call for thee."                  *             *             *             *             *     "The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved."     Not yet, not yet, O Saviour,         Although thou callest me     In life's unclouded morning         Why should I follow thee?     The world and all its pleasures         Outspread before me lie,     When I have grasped its treasures         I'll hear thee, by and by.     Not yet, not yet, O Saviour! -         True, thou hast called me long,     Yet, almost more than ever,         I love the world's glad song!     Say not the years are hasting         With rapid footsteps by, -     Say not life's sands are wasting,         But call me by and by!     Not yet, not yet, O Saviour!         I have no time to stay;     The goal tow'rd which I hasten         Is now not far away.     Another day - and haply         The triumph I shall see,     And grasp my crown of vic'try, -         Then, I will call for thee!                  *             *             *     No more, no more, O sinner,         The Saviour's call is o'er!     The door is shut forever,         To be unclosed no more! -     So late the hour and lonely,         So dark the night and drear,     And He who called thee only         To bless thee, will not hear!     Past is the harvest-gladness,         The summer-bloom is o'er,     Thy sun has set in sadness,         To rise-oh, nevermore!     So late the hour and lonely,         So dark the night and drear,     And He who called thee only         To bless thee, will not hear!