Stop, dear children! stop and think,
Before you farther go!
Will you sport upon the brink
Of everlasting woe?
Once again, I charge you stop!
For, unless you warning take,
Ere you are aware, you drop
Into the burning lake!
But as yet there is a hope
You may His mercy know,
Though His arm is lifted up,
He still forbears the blow;
‘Twas for sinners Jesus died,
Sinners He invites to come;
None who come shall be denied;
He says, “There still is room.”