All Souls Are Mine

All souls are Mine be­neath the sky;

The soul that sin­neth

it shall die:

Whate’er its life

whate’er the past

One sin un­wept is death at last.

But if be­fore the dying day

The sin­ner casts his sins away

All his mis­deeds will I for­give;

He shall not sure­ly die

but live.

O house of Is­ra­el

have I

A plea­sure in the souls that die

Who life and par­don free­ly give

Who on­ly bid thee turn and live?

My ways are just

un­equal thine;

Thine all for death

for mer­cy mine;

Thine is the ru­in

thine the strife

That will not en­ter in­to life.

See God des­cend­ing in thy frame

To suf­fer in the sin­ner’s name;

Thy sins to Him im­put­ed see

And all His right­eous­ness to thee!