Go Thy Way, And When I Have A More Convenient Season I Will Call For Thee. * * * * * "The Harvest Is Past, The Summer Is Ended, And We Are Not Saved." Not Yet, Not Yet, O Saviour, Although Thou Callest Me In Life'S Unclouded Morning Why Should I Follow Thee? The World And All Its Pleasures Outspread Before Me Lie, When I Have Grasped Its Treasures I'll Hear Thee, By And By. Not Yet, Not Yet, O Saviour! - True, Thou Hast Called Me Long, Yet, Almost More Than Ever, I Love The World'S Glad Song! Say Not The Years Are Hasting With Rapid Footsteps By, - Say Not Life'S Sands Are Wasting, But Call Me By And By! Not Yet, Not Yet, O Saviour! I Have No Time To Stay; The Goal Tow'Rd Which I Hasten Is Now Not Far Away. Another Day - And Haply The Triumph I Shall See, And Grasp My Crown Of Vic'Try, - Then, I Will Call For Thee! * * * No More, No More, O Sinner, The Saviour'S Call Is O'Er! The Door Is Shut Forever, To Be Unclosed No More! - So Late The Hour And Lonely, So Dark The Night And Drear, And He Who Called Thee Only To Bless Thee, Will Not Hear! Past Is The Harvest-Gladness, The Summer-Bloom Is O'Er, Thy Sun Has Set In Sadness, To Rise-Oh, Nevermore! So Late The Hour And Lonely, So Dark The Night And Drear, And He Who Called Thee Only To Bless Thee, Will Not Hear!