Shall the follies of life, which last but a day?
Shall the pleasures of sin still draw you away?
The Saviour is near, and His mercy is nigh,
Look, look unto Jesus; O! why will ye die?
The Spirit to Jesus invites you to come,
And the numberless ransomed beckon you home;
And Jesus will quickly descend from the sky:
Must the door be shut on you; O! why will ye die?
The fountain all cleansing, flows freely for you.
You now may be pardoned, the gospel is true;
Weep, weep o’er your hardness; with tears in the eye,
Look, look unto Jesus; O! why will ye die?
He willingly suffered, and died in our stead,
For us He was wounded, for us once was dead.
This love so amazing, O! can you pass by?
What! turn from the Saviour? O! why will ye die?
The angels beholding the face of the Lord,
See joy thereon beaming (‘tis writ in His word)
When a sinner repenting to Him lifts the eye,
Then look unto Jesus; O! why will ye die?
O! why will you die, and perish in woe?
Why, down into darkness, and misery go?
We long for your blessing, poor sinners, say why
You are foes to your mercy! O! why will ye die?