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<title>BLB Hymns</title>
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<h2>TOO LATE</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“And the door was shut.” Matthew 25:10</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_c_r_crosby_fj_1872.jpg" alt="Fanny Crosby, 1872" width="131.333333333333" height="216.666666666667"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_c_r_crosby_fj.html" target="_blank">Frances Jane (Fanny) Crosby</a>, in <em>Welcome Tidings: A New Collection of Sacred Songs for the Sunday School</em> (New York: Biglow & Main, 1877).
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<p><em>Music:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_d_o_doane_wh.html" target="_blank">William Howard Doane</a>, 1877 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_t_o_toolate.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<span class="cou">Courtesy of Denison University</span></td>
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<p>Too late? Ah, no, the pulse of life still throbs within thy breast;<br>
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And while that blessèd spark remains, thy soul may find a rest.<br>
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The Lord in mercy spares thee yet, His love to thee is great;<br>
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But do not tempt that love too far, or it may be too late.</p>
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<p class="refrain">Too late, too late,<br>
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Soon ’twill be too late;<br>
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Too late, too late,<br>
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Soon ’twill be too late.</p>
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<p>He stands, he knocks, He calls, He waits, He tarries at thy heart;<br>
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Canst thou reject His gracious call? And wilt thou say depart?<br>
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O, think on what a slender thread this moment hangs thy fate;<br>
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Arise—admit thy heavenly Guest, or it may be too late.</p>
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<p class="refrain">Refrain</p>
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<p>Behold His hands, His bleeding side, His crown of thorns behold!<br>
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And let His arms, extended wide, Thy trembling form enfold.<br>
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His mercy lengthens out thy days, His love to thee is great;<br>
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O, do not tempt that love too far, or it may be too late.</p>
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