2 Sinners, turn; why will ye die? 
God, your Savior, asks you why? 
He, who did your souls retrieve,
Died himself, that ye might live. 
Will ye let him die in vain? 
Crucify your Lord again? 
Why, ye ransomed sinners, why
Will ye slight his grace and die?

3 Sinners, turn; why will ye die? 
God; the Spirit, asks you why? 
He who all your lives hath strove,
Urged you to embrace his love. 
Will ye not his grace receive? 
Will ye still refuse to live? 
O ye dying sinners, why,
Why will ye forever die?

     Rev. C. Wesley, 1745.

205 Spanish Hymn. 7s.  D.

Delay. (454)

Hasten, sinner! to be wise,
  Stay not for the morrow’s sun;
Wisdom, if thou still despise,
  Harder is she to be won.

2 Hasten, mercy to implore,
  Stay not for the morrow’s sun,
Lest thy season should be o’er,
  Ere this evening’s stage be run.

3 Hasten, sinner! to return,
  Stay not for the morrow’s sun,
Lest thy lamp should fail to burn,
  Ere salvation’s work is done.

4 Hasten, sinner! to be blessed,
  Stay not for the morrow’s sun,
Lest perdition thee arrest,
  Ere the morrow is begun.

     Thomas Scott, 1773.

206 Spanish Hymn. 7s.  D.

The Voice of Jesus. (451)

Come, says Jesus’ sacred voice,
Come, and make my paths your choice;
I will guide you to your home;
Weary pilgrim! hither come.

2 Thou, who, houseless, sole, forlorn, Long hast borne the proud world’s scorn, Long hast roamed this barren waste, Weary pilgrim! hither haste.

3 Ye, who, tossed on beds of pain,
Seek for ease, but seek in vain! 
Ye, by fiercer anguish torn,
In remorse for guilt who mourn!—­

4 Hither come, for here is found
Balm that flows for every wound,
Peace that ever shall endure,
Rest eternal, sacred, sure.

     Mrs. Anna L. Barbauld, 1812.

207 Why Do You Wait?  P.M.

Immediate Decision.

Why do you wait, dear brother,
  Oh, why do you tarry so long? 
Your Savior is waiting to give you
  A place in his sanctified throng.

Cho.—­Why not? why not? 
        Why not come to him now? 
      Why not? why not? 
        Why not come to him now?

2 What do you hope, dear brother,
  To gain by a further delay? 
There’s no one to save you but Jesus,
  There’s no other way but his way.

3 Do you not feel, dear brother,
  His Spirit now striving within? 
Oh, why not accept his salvation,
  And throw off thy burden of sin?

4 Why do you wait, dear brother,
  The harvest is passing away,
Your Savior is longing to bless you,
  There’s danger and death in delay.

     George F. Root.

208 Spanish Hymn. 7s.  D.