1 ’Tis the last call of mercy,
That lingers for thee;
Oh! sinner, receive it;
To Jesus now flee!
He often has called thee,
But thou hast refused!
His offered salvation
And love are abused!

2 If thou slightest this warning,
Now offered at last,
Thine will be the sad mourning—
"The harvest is past,
Salvation I’ve slighted,
The summer is o’er,
And now there is pardon,
Sweet pardon, no more."

3 ’Tis the last call of mercy,
Oh, turn not away,
For now swiftly hasteth
The dread vengeance day!
The Spirit invites you,
And pleads with you, come!
Oh, come to life’s waters,
Nor thirstingly roam!

4 ’Tis the last call of mercy,
Oh, steel not thy heart,
For now she is rising,
From earth to depart!
The Bride is now calling—
"Ye thirsty souls, come!"
Oh, come with the ransomed,
In Heaven there’s room!

5 ’Tis the last call of mercy,
That lingers for thee,
Break away from thy bondage,
Oh, sinner, be free!
Be not a sad mourner,
"The harvest is past,
The summer is ended"—
And perish at last.