Work To-Day and Not To-Morrow
By L. D. SANTEE
Work for God to-day, and not to-morrow,
For the hours go swiftly by.
Yield no place to fear or idle sorrow.
Soon will Christ appear in yonder sky.
Earth is fading, and her flowers are dying.
Life is short, existence scarce a span;
But love's heralds through the world are flying,
Offering life through Christ to sinful man. Prophet pens have told the matchless story
Of the “King of kings” upon His throne.
Now with joy we tell the thrilling story
That the Saviour comes to claim His own.
Life is strangely blended, joy and sorrow,
And its hours are swiftly passing by.
Work for God to-day, and not to-morrow.
Soon the Saviour comes adown the sky. Work for God to-day, and not to-morrow.
Souls for whom He died are perishing,
Lifting pleading hands in hopeless sorrow.
Christ would have them shout for joy, and
sing.
Raise the fallen, loose the heavy burden,
Tell of Jesus and His death of shame,
Tell the weary world there's hope and pardon
Through a risen Saviour's holy name.