“What Wilt Thou Have Me to Do?”

Just a few days — and our tears will have ended;
Just a few hours — and our task will be done;
Yet still hear them calling.
From darkness appalling,
While we rest in the light of a setting sun.

Just a few days — and the gifts we’ve withholder,
Just a few hours — and the call we refuse
Will rust on forever,
Or return to us never,
And Eternity’s crown we no longer may choose.

Just a few days — and then naught will avail us
The thought of the crown that we might yet have woo;
And ah I what the sorrow,
If we miss on the morrow
Our share in that joy, when He whispers, “WELL DONE!”