By A Collection of Hymns

      6-8s. Jeremiah viii. 20.
      1 THE harvest of my joys is passed,
      The summer of my comforts fled,
      Yet am I unredeemed at last,
      And sink unsaved among the dead,
      If on the margin of the grave
      Thou canst not in a moment save.

      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 show me thy salvation now!