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is over, and I am not saved. I have visited the house of God, and been entreated to attend to my soul; but I am now to go there no more, and I am not saved. I have climbed the steeps of ambition, and I have sought for honor, and all that struggling is over, and I am not saved. I have mingled in the gay circles of life, and all that is ended, and I am not saved. I have ranged the fields of pleasure, and trod along the flowery streams of life, and my rambles are ended, and I am not saved. I have resolved, and re-resolved to be a Christian, and all is now over, and I am not saved. I have crossed oceans, and visited other lands, and now am about to embark on the ocean of eternity, and visit an undiscovered country from which I am not to return, but I am not saved. Closed is the summer of life; ceased is the voice of friendly admonition; gone are my opportunities of salvation; youth, strength, conviction for sin, the Sabbath, the privileges of the sanctuary, all are passed away, and I am not saved.'

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O, on how many beds of death is this language heard! O, how many an unpardoned spirit goes up to God, saying, the harvest is past, the summer is ended, and I am not saved!' What are the sighings of despair but the lamentation, the harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved?' Sinner, the 'summer' is passing away; youth is hastening to manhood; and manhood is hastening to the grave. Sabbaths are hastening away, and privileges are hastening away, and soon, O how soon, may your lips on a dying bed take up the lamentation, 'the harvest is passed, the summer is ended, and I am not saved.'

THE END.