Loved ones will weep o'er my silent face,
Dear ones will clasp me in sad embrace,
Shadows and darkness will fill the place
FIVE MINUTES AFTER I DIE.
Faces that sorrow, I will not see;
Voices that murmur will not reach me!
But where, oh where, will my spirit be,
FIVE MINUTES AFTER I DIE.
Here I have feasted, worked and ranged;
Here I have flourished, and grown estranged;
There, and then, it will all be changed
FIVE MINUTES AFTER I DIE.
Naught to repair the good I lack;
Fixed to the goal of my chosen track;
No room to repent, no turning back,
FIVE MINUTES AFTER I DIE.
Now I can stifle convictions stirred;
Now I can silence the Voice oft heard;
Then, fulfillment of God's sure Word,
FIVE MINUTES AFTER I DIE.
Mated for aye with my chosen throng—
Long is ETERNITY—endlessly long!
Then, woe to me if my soul was wrong,
FIVE MINUTES AFTER I DIE.
Oh, what a fool! what a fool! but true,
Refusing the Savior, with Hell in view!
Doing a thing I can ne'er undo
FIVE MINUTES AFTER I DIE.
If I am flinging a fortune away;
If I am wasting SALVATION'S day,
"Just is my sentence," my soul shall say,
FIVE MINUTES AFTER I DIE.