The Time Is Short The Season Near
The time is short! the season near,
When death will us remove;
To leave our friends, however dear,
And all we fondly love.
The time is short! sinners beware,
Nor trifle time away;
The word of great salvation hear,
While it is call’d to-day.
The time is short! ye rebels, now
To Christ the Lord submit;
To mercy’s golden sceptre bow,
And fall at Jesus’ feet.
The time is short! ye saints rejoice–
The Lord will quickly come:
Soon shall you hear the Bridegroom’s voice,
To call you to your home.
The time is short! it swiftly flies–
The hour is just at hand,
When we shall mount above the skies,
And reach the wish’ed-for land.
The time is sort–the moment near,
When we shall dwell above;
And be forever happy there,
With Jesus, whom we love.