Now Is the Accepted Time

Verse 1

While life prolongs its precious light, Mercy is found, and peace is given; But soon, ah, soon, approaching night Shall blot out every hope of heaven.

Verse 2

While God invites, how blest the day! How sweet the Gospel’s charming sound! Come, sinners, haste, oh, haste away, While yet a pard'ning God is found.

Verse 3

Soon, borne on time’s most rapid wing, Shall death command you to the grave; Before His bar your spirits bring, And none be found to hear or save.

Verse 4

In that lone land of deep despair No Sabbath’s heav'nly light shall rise, No God regard your bitter prayer, No Saviour call you to the skies.

Verse 5

Now God invites; how blest the day! How sweet the Gospel’s charming sound! Come, sinners, haste, oh, haste away, While yet a pard'ning God is found.