O Turn Ye, for Why Will Ye Die?

O turn ye

O turn ye

for why will ye die

When God

in great mer­cy

is com­ing so nigh?

Now Je­sus in­vites you

the Spir­it says Come!

And an­gels are wait­ing to wel­come you home.

How vain the de­lu­sion

that while you de­lay

Your hearts may grow bet­ter

your chains melt away!

Come guil­ty

come wretch­ed

come just as you are;

All help­less and dy­ing

to Je­sus re­pair.

The con­trite in heart he will free­ly re­ceive

O why will you not the glad mes­sage be­lieve?

If sin be your bur­den

why will you not come?

’Tis you He makes wel­come

He bids you come home.