Oh, turn ye, oh, turn ye, for why will ye die, When God in great mercy is coming so nigh ? Now Jesus invites you, the Spirit says " Come ! " And angels are waiting to welcome you home.
2. How vain the delusion, that, while you delay, Your hearts may grow better, your chains melt away ! Come guilty, come wretched, come just as you are, All helpless and dying, to Jesus repair.
3. The contrite in heart He will freely receive ; Oh, why will you not the glad message believe ? If sin be your burden, why will ye not come ? âTis you He makes welcome ; He bids you come home.