Sinner, why so idly standing, By the market place, While the Lord, your heart demanding, Calls you by His grace? Life is in the rosy morning, Toils and cares are light, Do not wait, the message scorning; Turn to Christ tonight. Jesus calls again in kindness, Speaks in tenderest tone, To your soul, so full of blindness, Weary, sad and lone. Life is in the golden midday, Half your years are sped, Mercy cannot warn you alway; O to peace be led. Still again the invitation Comes in heav’nly love, Telling of a free salvation, And a home above. Life is in the crimson twilight, Cometh fast the gloom; Soon the bells will toll the midnight, Then the changeless doom. Now the last sweet message soundeth, O so earnestly, Proving still that grace aboundeth, Lost one, come to Me. Life is in the solemn midnight, ’Tis the last appeal; Yield your heart, subdued and contrite, Ere remorse you feel. Then, alas, the final parting, For eternal years, While from every eyelid starting Fall the blinding tears; Part without a hope of meeting, Parent, child or friend, Never more to hear a greeting, Nor a message send.