First Line: Hark, sinner, while God from on,

Hark, sinner, while God from on
high doth entreat thee,
And warnings with accents of
mercy doth blend ;
Give ear to His voice, lest in judgment He meet thee ;
The harvest is passing, the summer will end.

The harvest is passing, the summer
will end.
The harvest is passing, the summer will end.

2 How oft of thy danger and guilt He
hath told thee !
How oft still the message of mercy doth send !
Haste, haste, while He waits in His
arms to enfold thee !
The harvest is passing, the summer will end.

3 Despised and rejected, at length He may leave thee :
What anguish and horror thy bosom will rend !
Then haste thee, O sinner, while He will receive thee !
“The harvest is passing, the summer will end.

4 The Saviour will call thee in judgment before Him ;
Oh, bow to His sceptre, and make
Him thy Friend ;
Now yield Him thy heart, and make
haste to adore Him ;
Thy harvest is passing, thy summer will end.