The Harvest Is Past

Verse 1

The harvest is past and the summer is ended, Alas, precious soul, this may be thy sad cry: “The Spirit is gone I’ve so often offended, And now with the lost I must perish and die.”

Chorus

The harvest is past, And I am not saved; How fearful the cost For a soul to be lost!

Verse 2

The harvest is past and the summer is ended, The last call of mercy forever is gone, And down to the regions of darkness eternal, In anguish I take my sad journey alone.

Verse 3

The harvest is past and the summer is ended, Refusing entreaties still harder I’ve grown; Salvation I’ve slighted, and now, unforgiven, I reap for my soul of the seed I have sown.

Verse 4

The harvest is past and the summer is ended, Awaken, dear soul, ere it be thy sad moan; The Savior is willing and waiting to save you, Oh, come, ere His Spirit forever has flown.