Sinner, Hear the Savior’s Call

Sinner

hear the Sav­ior’s call

He now is pass­ing by;

He has seen thy griev­ous thrall

And heard thy mourn­ful cry.

He has par­dons to impart

Grace to save thee from thy fears;

See the love that fills His heart

And wipe away thy tears.

Why art thou afraid to come

And tell Him all thy case?

He will not pro­nounce thy doom

Nor frown thee from His face:

Wilt thou fear Em­man­uel?

Wilt thou dread the Lamb of God

Who

to save thy soul from hell

Has shed His pre­cious blood?

Think

how on the cross He hung

Pierced with a thou­sand wounds!

Hark

from each as with a tongue

The voice of par­don sounds!

See

from all His burst­ing veins

Blood

of won­drous virtue

flow!

Shed to wash away thy stains

And ran­som thee from woe.

Though His ma­jes­ty be great

His mercy is no less;

Though He thy trans­gress­ions hate

He feels for thy dis­tress:

By Him­self the Lord has sworn

He de­lights not in thy death;

But in­vites thee to re­turn

That thou mayst live by faith.

Raise thy down­cast eyes

and see

What throngs His throne sur­round!

These

though sin­ners once like thee

Have full sal­va­tion found:

Yield not then to un­be­lief!

While He says

There yet is room;

Though of sin­ners thou art chief

Since Je­sus calls thee

come.