Verse 1
The harvest of my joys is past,
The summer of my comforts fled,
Yet am I unredeem’d at last,
And sink unsav’d among the dead,
If on the margin of the grave
Thou canst not in a moment save.
Verse 2
Destroy me not by thy delay,
Delay is endless death to me:
But the last moment of my day
Is as a thousand years to thee:
Come, Jesus, while my head I bow,
And shew me thy salvation now!