TO-DAY, while it is called to-day, My willing heart I bow; I harden it no more,...

TO-DAY, while it is called to-day, My willing heart I bow; I harden it no more, but pray And look for mercy now: I look - till thou my peace create, My promised pardon seal, And every solemn moment wait, Thy sprinkled blood to feel.

To-day, before to-morrow come, I yield to be renewed, My Saviour's mean, but constant home, A temple filled with God. Now, Saviour, now thy servant bless, Who always ready art, And fully from this hour possess My unopposing heart.