A voice is heard in the dewy dawn,
And the call is sweet and low;
Come now, My child to the Shep­herd’s fold,
Where the liv­ing wa­ters flow;
But the gay heart an­swers in care­less tones,
As light as the morn­ing chime,
Let me live for the world just a lit­tle while,
I will come to God—some­time!

Refrain

Beware! Beware! At the pear­ly gate
God may an­swer your some­time, too late! too late!
Beware! Be­ware! At the pear­ly gate
God may an­swer your some­time, too late! too late!

The day is near­ing the noon­tide glow,
And the voice is heard again,
It calls the soul to a nob­ler life,
’Tis a pa­tient, kind re­frain;
Enter now the Mas­ter’s broad har­vest field,
In the strength of your ear­ly prime,
Come and bring to His work ser­vice good and true,
Still the same re­ply—some­time!

Refrain

The feet are tread­ing the west­ern slope,
And the air is grow­ing chill;
O can it be God is wait­ing yet,
That His voice is plead­ing still?
That He’ll flood with beau­ty the sun­set sky,
Bright rays from the Gold­en Clime?
But the sin­ner long hard­ened, has turned away,
With the fa­tal word—some­time!

Refrain

O soul, take heed, ere the sha­dows fall,
And the day of grace be past,
For how shall a tremb­ling sin­ner stand
By the gates of death at last?
Hear the Sav­ior’s call; at the Cross lay down
Thy bur­den of guilt and crime,
And the an­gels shall sing thee a sweet­er song
Than the sad re­frain Some­time.

Refrain