Why will ye Die?

OH, turn ye, poor sinners, for why will you die? When God in great mercy is coming so nigh; Now Jesus invites and the spirit says come, And angels are waiting to welcome you home.

How vain the delusion, that while you delay, Your hearts may grow better by staying away; Come wretched, come starving, come just as you be While streams of salvation are flowing so free.

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

In riches, in pleasures, what can you obtain To soothe your affliction, or banish your pain? To bear up your spirit when summon'd to die, Or waft you to mansions of glory on high?

Why will you be starving and feeding on air? There's mercy in Jesus, enough and to spare. If still you are doubting, make trial and see, And prove that his mercy is boundless and free.