‘TWAS a Gospel for tomorrow,
Proclaimed by one of old,
To people who were perishing
In misery untold.
‘Twas a gospel for tomorrow,
They heard the welcome sound,
Those sufferers of grim famine
Who thronged the streets around.
’Twas a gospel for tomorrow,
One night they still must wait,
Then would deliverance reach them
E’en in Samaria’s gate.
’Twas a gospel for tomorrow,
The morn should bring relief,
But one received the tidings
With scorn and unbelief.
’Twas a gospel for tomorrow,
“Then plenty there shall be,
But thou shalt never eat thereof
Though food thine eyes shall see.”
Came abundance on the morrow,
But sad that scorner’s fate,
He died in sight of plenty
E’en in Samaria’s gate.
’Tis a gospel for the present,
A gospel for today,
Is there only one who scorns it
Just one who turns away?
’Tis a gospel for the present,
’Tis preached to all around,
There are thousands who refuse it,
Are you among them found?
’Tis a gospel for the present,
With joy we may proclaim
Salvation now through Jesus Christ,
‘Tis a gospel for the present,
Tomorrow it may be
The Lord will come and call
His own His glorious face to see.
’Tis a gospel for the present,
Receive it ere too late,
For unbelief that scorner fell
E’en in Samaria’s gate.