Poor Esau repented too late That once he his birth-right despised; And sold, for a morsel of meat, What could not too highly be prized: How great was his anguish when told, The blessing he sought to obtain, Was gone with the birth-right he sold, And none could recall it again!
He stands as a warning to all, Wherever the Gospel shall come; O hasten and yield to the call, While yet for repentance there’s room! Your season will quickly be past, Then hear and obey it today; Lest when you seek mercy at last, The Savior should frown you away.
What is it the world can propose? A morsel of meat at the best! For this are you willing to lose A share in the joys of the blest? Its pleasures will speedily end, Its favor and praise are but breath; And what can its profits befriend Your soul in the moment of death?
If Jesus for these you despise, And sin to the Savior prefer; In vain your entreaties and cries, When summoned to stand at His bar: How will you His presence abide? What anguish will torture your heart? The saints all enthroned by His side, And you be compelled to depart.
Too often, dear Savior, have I Preferred some poor trifle to Thee; How is it Thou dost not deny The blessing and birth-right to me? No better than Esau I am, Though pardon and Heaven be mine; To me belongs nothing but shame, The praise and the glory be Thine.