Some day when God’s sweet Spir­it,
So loving and so true,
Has tak­en flight for­ev­er
And calls no more for you,
You’ll see your sin and fol­ly
And moan in your des­pair,
But Hea­ven ne’er will op­en
Nor an­swer give your pray­er.

Some day when God’s fierce an­ger
Falls on this world of sin,
You’ll knock as did the vir­gins,
But can­not en­ter in.
Ah, then with bit­ter weep­ing,
From those fair gates of light,
You’ll go with oth­er doomed ones,
Down to an aw­ful night.

Some day, yes, when for­ev­er
The mer­cy door is closed,
And your lost soul must suf­fer
Amid eter­nal woes,
In bit­ter grief and ang­uish
You’ll think up­on the day,
When trif­ling with God’s mer­cy,
You, care­less, said, Some day.