Why Art Thou Choosing The Earths Pleasur


Why art thou choosing earth’s pleasures
More than the heavenly treasures?
Turning from Jesus, the Savior, away,
Scorning the message of mercy each day?
Oh! what will the ending be,
Perishing soul, for thee?

Mindful alone of the present,
Counting this earth-life but pleasant,
Heedless of heaven and death and the grave,
Tho’tless of Jesus, the mighty to save;
Oh! what will the harvest be,
Perishing soul, for thee?

Earth and its vanities tasted,
Talents neglected or wasted,
Living alone for the joys of today,
Letting eternity bring what it may,
Oh! what will the harvest be,
Perishing soul, for thee?

Life is fast ebbing and dying;
Swiftly its moments are flying;
Jesus still slighted, his mercy rejected,
And thy poor spirit unsav’d and neglect’d,
Oh! what will the harvest be,
Perishing soul, for thee?