Hasten, sinner, to be wise, Stay not for the morrow's sun; Wisdom, if you still despise, Harder is it to be won. Hasten, mercy to implore; Stay not for the morrow's sun; Lest thy season should be o'er, Ere this evening's course be run. Hasten, sinner, to return; Stay not for the morrow's sun; Lest thy lamp should cease to burn, Ere salvation's work is done. Hasten, sinner, to be bless'd; Stay not for the morrow's sun; Lest perdition thee arrest, Ere the morrow is begun. Lord, do Thou the sinner turn; Rouse him from his senseless state; Let him not Thy counsel spurn, And lament his choice too late.