Almost per­suad­ed, Agrip­pa said;
Conviction hum­bled his proud state­ly head,
And stirred his king­ly breast;
He heard the won­der­ful words of Paul,
Proclaiming Je­sus the all in all,
The sin­ner’s sol­ace and rest;
But al­most per­suad­ed the king went his way,
Awaiting a more con­ven­ient day.

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A more con­ven­ient day,
A more con­ven­ient day,
Alas! how ma­ny are go­ing as­tray,
Awaiting a more con­ven­ient day.

Almost per­suad­ed, with bat­ed breath,
The young man thinks of the mo­ment of death,
But fame’s al­lur­ing star,
To his fond vi­sion so bright ap­pears,
And comes anon to His wait­ing ears,
Such praise from near and far,
That with these de­lusions the youth turns away,
Awaiting a more con­ven­ient day.

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Almost per­suad­ed, the maid­en cries,
And wipes the tears from her spark­ling brown eyes;
But O, I’m called so fair,
’Tis hard to sac­ri­fice joys of youth;
I’ll seek the Lord and ac­cept His truth,
When comes a sea­son of pray­er;
And strug­gling with con­sci­ence the girl turns away,
Awaiting a more con­ven­ient day.

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Almost per­suad­ed, the Spir­it waits,
And knocks, and knocks at the close­ly barred gates,
But si­lence reigns with­in;
No word of wel­come comes back from those
Who spurn His warn­ings and seek re­pose
In fa­tal opiates of sin;
Rejected and slight­ed they turn Him away,
No hope of a more con­ven­ient day.

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