Autumn by Edw. J. Urquhart

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jan 1, 1914

Autumn

By Edw. J. Urquhart

EDW. J. URQUHART

The summer is past, The toil of the sowing, The space of the growing— Time hastens so fast.

Now the winter draws on, The winter of ages, Of Scriptural pages, When summer is flown.

But a few days more Of faithfulness keeping, Of watching and reaping, Then harvest is o'er.

But a numberless host In shame will discover, When harvest is over, That all, all is lost.

Then, sinner, today, While harvest is keeping, Yield, yield, to the reaping Of Jesus for aye.

Chico, Cal.