"Too late, too late!" how sad the sound On anxious human ears, Of those who've waited long, a prey To doubts, and hopes, and fears. But there's a time, when sadder far, Shall sound in human ears, A dread "too late," which, killing hope, Will turn to death all fears. "Too late" they'll feel their lost estate, Which now they don't believe; "Too late" they'll see the grace of God Which now they won't receive. "Too late" they'll find the door will shut, Which now stands open wide; "Too late" they'll have to meet their God With no place then to hide. O sinner, pause, ere yet "too late"; Now is the day of grace, Now Jesus calls, oh, do obey His pleading, loving voice. Today 'tis free to all who come, And take Him at His word; Tomorrow's sun may rise "too late" For you who now have heard.