Shall Jesus suffer death for me,
That I might never die;
And I not long His face to see,
Nor to His bosom fly?
Shall Jesus call and wait for me,
His arms extended wide;
And I refuse His child to be,
Nor in His bosom hide?
Shall Jesus open wide the gate,
And bid me enter in;
And I despise His love so great
And perish in my sin?