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Only a Tract

It's only a tract! You may tear it,

   And crumple it up in your hand;

The wind, as it passes, may bear it

   And scatter it over the land.

It's only a tract! You may spurn it,

   And deem it unworthy a thought;

May ridicule, trample, and burn it,

   Despise it, and set it at naught.

It's only a tract! But it telleth

   Of holiness, happiness, heaven;

Where God in eternity dwelleth

   With sinners His love has forgiven.

It speaks of a future in glory,

   Of present enjoyment and bliss;

And will you neglect such a story,

   So loving, so joyous as this?

It whispers, "No matter how hardened,

   No matter how vile you've been,

You may at this moment be pardoned,

   And saved from the bondage of sin."

It points to the Substitute dying,

   The Sinless, for sinners like you.

Oh, Soul, on His merits relying,

   Come, prove that its message is true!

It is but a tract! Yet its warning

   Is whispered in Jesus' own voice;

And at thy acceptance or scorning

   Either Heaven or Hell will rejoice!

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