html.skin-theme-clientpref-night @media(prefers-color-scheme:dark){html.skin-theme-clientpref-os }When the peaceful hour of twilight
Comes at close of day,
And the whippoorwill is singing,
Loud its evening lay;
Tell us then, is not God's spirit
Striving with your heart,
Bidding you to turn to Jesus,
From your sins depart?
When among the gay you wander,
Bound by pleasure's chain,
Do you not, 'mid jest and laughter,
Hear that voice again,
Telling you that earthly pleasures
Soon must fade away;
Bidding you to gather treasures,
That will not decay?
When a loved one gently passes,
To the other shore,
And the shadow of the death king
Flits within your door;
Then does not the spirit whisper
Of a throne above,
Of a crown that may be yours
By a life of love?
Oh, my sister, if the spirit
Striveth thus with you,
Listen to its gentle teachings,
Life begin anew;
And my brother, dear, remember,
Jesus for you died;
Choose Him then, for He will ever
Be a faithful guide.
February 8, 1868.