O soul, be afraid, thou shalt reckon with God, And pass ’neath the scourge of His wrathful rod; Thy heart torn with anguish shall hear at the last, “The day of His grace is past.”
Refrain: The day of His grace is past, The day of His grace is past; How sad when He’ll say, “Depart ye for aye,” When the day of His grace is past.
O soul, be afraid, in thy sins thou shalt die If Christ thou reject while He’s passing by; Thy doom shall be sealed at the trumpet’s loud blast, When the day of His grace is past.
O soul, be afraid, for the judgment shall come, And thou shalt be turned from that blissful home; Wilt thou be contented with that which thou hast When the day of His grace is past?
O soul, be afraid, in His presence thou art, Dismayed thou shalt stand when Christ says depart, With demons in torment fore’er to be cast, When the day of His grace is past.