The harvest is past and the summer is ended, Alas, precious soul, this may be thy sad cry: “The Spirit is gone I’ve so often offended, And now with the lost I must perish and die.”
Refrain: The harvest is past, And I am not saved; How fearful the cost For a soul to be lost!
The harvest is past and the summer is ended, The last call of mercy forever is gone, And down to the regions of darkness eternal, In anguish I take my sad journey alone.
The harvest is past and the summer is ended, Refusing entreaties still harder I’ve grown; Salvation I’ve slighted, and now, unforgiven, I reap for my soul of the seed I have sown.
The harvest is past and the summer is ended, Awaken, dear soul, ere it be thy sad moan; The Savior is willing and waiting to save you, Oh, come, ere His Spirit forever has flown.