No Excuse by Eliza H. Morton

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · Aug 21, 1907

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 33, No. 34.

No Excuse.

By Eliza H. Morton

BEHOLD, the Judgment Day is here, I see it in a vision clear, And what will sinners do? The rocks all say, "We told you plain Of Him who was for sinners slain, And yet, 'twas naught to you."

The waters roar, "It was no dream When we made known the Living Stream, Gold sands without alloy; We murmured of the way of life, We sang of peace beyond earth's strife, Of springs of endless joy."

The sun in voice of thunder sounds, "My light the truth of God expounds, I told you what would be, I shed my beams to lead your feet, In pastures green, by waters sweet, And yet you would not see."

The Bible speaks, "I gave the call And offered life to one and all, And still you would not hear. A thousand times and thousands more, I told of Christ, the open door, You answered with a sneer."

The angels say, "We watched the seed And sought thy wilful feet to lead To gardens of the Lord, And you refused and turned aside, And in earth's deserts lone and wide, Blasphemed the name of God."

And Jesus speaks with loving tone, "I tried to walk with you alone, I sought you everywhere, And now, behold, My work is done. I wrought from morn till set of sun, But you refused My care."

O awful time when speechless all, Before the throne the millions fall Who would not own the sway Of Christ the Lord; but not too late Is now to flee, escape that fate, Repent, believe to-day. ELIZA H. MORTON.