Lord, in that coming day

Lord, in that coming day When all will bow the knee, ’Twill be a commonplace display To waste one’s all on Thee.

For Thee, Lord, on that day Ten thousand hearts would break, And if there were ten thousand worlds, These all, men would forsake.

But now, while yet ’tis rare, My being won’t delay; Inspired by Thy love, could I, Thy noble tribute stay?

My all I gladly give In love’s response to Thee, For how can I withhold my all When Thou gav’st all for me?

Time’s window soon shall close; Now, while ’tis open still, This golden moment I’d redeem, Thy house with fragrance fill.

The moments fly apace; Lord, Thou art coming soon! Can I delay, and fail to grasp This moment opportune?

While there is still today (Beyond, no guarantee), Seizing this opportunity, I waste myself on Thee.

That woman’s noble deed Was for Thy going wrought; In view of Thy return, I too Would offer as I ought.

Two resurrections tell The foolish from the wise; Some would “beforehand” pay the price And lukewarmness despise.

I dare not passive be But fully consecrate “Beforehand”, lest I miss my chance, And risk arriving late.

There is but one regret Both hell and heaven hold— The loss of opportunity Eternity unfolds.

Performing love’s sweet task, While time doth still permit, I break mine alabaster flask And Thine own love requit.

May this be, in that day When I Thy coming hail (E’en if I sleep and wait for Thee), Our love’s memorial.