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.

Refrain

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

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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain

The Sav­ior will call thee
In judg­ment before Him;
Oh, bow to His scep­ter,
And make Him thy friend;
Now yield Him thy heart,
And make haste to adore Him:
The har­vest is pass­ing,
The sum­mer will end.

Refrain