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Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Dec 11, 1893

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 20, No. 6.

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"THIS NIGHT."

O COVETOUS soul, who carest for naught Save heaping up wealth, a golden store, Filled are the storehouses, filled are the barns; Plenty thou hast, thou needest no more. Lo! suddenly comes the summons so dire, "Thou fool, this night I thy soul require."
Thou lover of pleasure more than of God, Sailing so gayly down the broad stream Leading thee straight to the bottomless pit, Wake! oh, awake from thy frivolous dream! What if to thee comes the summons so dire, "Thou fool, this night I thy soul require"?
Ah, foolish and fair one, giddy and frail, Tempting and tempted, hope hast thou none, Steeped in sin's depths, without Christ, without God, Think thee in time, while heaven may be won; Pause ere to thee comes the summons so dire, "Thou fool, this night I thy soul require."
And thou who hast heard the gospel so oft, Careless, indifferent, trifling with grace, Hardening thy heart against measureless love, Heed, lest destruction becometh thy place; Heed, lest to thee comes the summons so dire, "Thou fool, this night I thy soul require." —Selected.