A blessing for you—will you take it?
Choose ye today;
A word from the heart—will you speak it?
Choose ye today:
Will you believe, or your Savior neglect?
Will you receive, or His mercy reject?
Pause, ere you answer, oh, pause and reflect—
Choose ye today.

A death to be feared—will you fear it?
Choose ye today;
A voice that invites—will you hear it?
Choose ye today.
Straight is the portal and narrow the way;
Enter, poor soul, and be saved while you may;
Think what may hang on a moment’s delay—
Choose ye today.

The cross of your Lord—will you bear it?
Choose ye today:
There’s life in that cross—will you share it?
Choose ye today:
Soon will your time of probation be o’er,
Then will the Spirit entreat you no more,
Jesus no longer will stand at the door—
Choose ye today.

The bondage of sin—will you break it?
Choose ye today:
The water of life—will you take it?
Choose ye today.
Come to the arms that are open for you,
Hide in the wounds that by faith you may view;
Death ere the morrow your steps may pursue—
Choose ye today.

Happy the home when God is there,
And love fills every breast;
When one their wish, and one their prayer,
And one their heav’nly rest.

Happy the home where Jesus’ Name
Is sweet to every ear;
Where children early speak His fame,
And parents hold Him dear.

Happy the home where prayer is heard,
And praise each day does rise;
Where parents love the sacred Word
And all its wisdom prize.

Lord, let us in our homes agree
This blessèd peace to gain;
Unite our hearts in love to Thee,
And love to all will reign.

Once to every man and nation, comes the moment to decide,
In the strife of truth with falsehood, for the good or evil side;
Some great cause, some great decision, offering each the bloom or blight,
And the choice goes by forever, ’twixt that darkness and that light.

Then to side with truth is noble, when we share her wretched crust,
Ere her cause bring fame and profit, and ’tis prosperous to be just;
Then it is the brave man chooses while the coward stands aside,
Till the multitude make virtue of the faith they had denied.

By the light of burning martyrs, Christ, Thy bleeding feet we track,
Toiling up new Calv’ries ever with the cross that turns not back;
New occasions teach new duties, time makes ancient good uncouth,
They must upward still and onward, who would keep abreast of truth.

Though the cause of evil prosper, yet the truth alone is strong;
Though her portion be the scaffold, and upon the throne be wrong;
Yet that scaffold sways the future, and behind the dim unknown,
Standeth God within the shadow, keeping watch above His own.