Lord, in that coming day
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Lord, in that coming day When all will bow the knee, ’Twill be a commonplace display To waste one’s all on Thee. |
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For Thee, Lord, on that day Ten thousand hearts would break, And if there were ten thousand worlds, These all, men would forsake. |
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But now, while yet ’tis rare, My being won’t delay; Inspired by Thy love, could I, Thy noble tribute stay? |
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My all I gladly give In love’s response to Thee, For how can I withhold my all When Thou gav’st all for me? |
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Time’s window soon shall close; Now, while ’tis open still, This golden moment I’d redeem, Thy house with fragrance fill. |
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The moments fly apace; Lord, Thou art coming soon! Can I delay, and fail to grasp This moment opportune? |
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While there is still today (Beyond, no guarantee), Seizing this opportunity, I waste myself on Thee. |
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That woman’s noble deed Was for Thy going wrought; In view of Thy return, I too Would offer as I ought. |
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Two resurrections tell The foolish from the wise; Some would “beforehand” pay the price And lukewarmness despise. |
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I dare not passive be But fully consecrate “Beforehand”, lest I miss my chance, And risk arriving late. |
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There is but one regret Both hell and heaven hold— The loss of opportunity Eternity unfolds. |
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Performing love’s sweet task, While time doth still permit, I break mine alabaster flask And Thine own love requit. |
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May this be, in that day When I Thy coming hail (E’en if I sleep and wait for Thee), Our love’s memorial. |
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