The Spirit came in childhood and pleaded, “Let me in,”
But oh! the door was bolted by thoughtlessness and sin;
“I am too young,” the child replied, “I will not yield today;
Theres time enough tomorrow.” The Spirit went away.
Again He came and pleaded in youths bright happy hour;
He came but heard no answer, for lured by Satans power
The youth lay dreaming then and saying, “Not today,
Not till Ive tried earths pleasures.” The Spirit went away.
Again He called in mercy in manhoods vigorous prime,
But still He found no welcome, the merchant had no time;
No time for true repentance, no time to think or pray,
And so, repulsed and saddened, the Spirit went away.
Once more He called and waited, the man was old and ill,
And scarcely heard the whisper, his heart was cold and still;
“Go leave me; when I need thee, Ill call for thee,” he cried;
Then sinking on his pillow, without a hope, he died!