Listen, sin­ner, will you list­en,
While I make one more ap­peal?
Would with tears your eyes might glist­en!
Would to God your heart might feel!
You will, too, ere long be dy­ing;
Soon we’ll miss you from the earth,
And your cold form will be ly­ing
’Neath the green­sward and the turf.

But the grave is not the end­ing,
Sin will kill be­yond the tomb:
Oh, what aw­ful hor­rors pend­ing
In those words, the sin­ner’s doom!
God has traced it with His fin­ger,
Jesus said it should be so,
He who lives and dies a sin­ner
Must en­dure eter­nal woe.

You have had the Bi­ble warn­ing,
You have had the Spir­it, too,
Ever since life’s ear­ly morn­ing,
He has strove and plead with you.
Many times the tear­drop glist­ened,
Many times your heart did melt;
To the sto­ry you have list­ened,
Of the pangs your Sav­ior felt.

But the Bi­ble you have slight­ed,
And the Spir­it turned away,
And re­fused, tho’ oft in­vit­ed
To im­prove your gra­cious day;
Oh, how hard your heart is get­ting!
Oh, how sad your state to­day!
Friend, your star of hope is set­ting,
Haste to Christ with­out de­lay!