O turn ye, O turn ye

1O 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.

2And now Christ is ready your souls to receive;
O, how can you question when you may believe?
If sin is your burden, why will you not come?
'Tis you he bids welcome; he bids you come home.

3Delay not, delay not, the Spirit of grace
Long grieved and resisted may take his sad flight,
And leave thee in darkness to finish thy race,
To sink in the gloom of eternity's night.

4Delay not, delay not, the hour is at hand,
The earth shall dissolve, and the heavens shall fade,
The dead, small and great, in the Judgment shall stand;
What power then, O sinner! will lend thee its aid?