The Close of the Day of Grace.

THERE is a time, we know not when, A point we know not where, That marks the destiny of men, To glory or despair.

There is a line, by us unseen, That crosses ev'ry path; The hidden boundary between God's patience and his wrath.

How far may we go on in sin? How long will God forbear? Where does hope end? and where begin The confines of despair?

An answer from the skies is sent: "Ye that from God depart! While it is call'd to-day, repent! And harden not your heart."