All souls are Mine be­neath the sky;
The soul that sin­neth, it shall die:
Whate’er its life, whate’er the past,
One sin un­wept is death at last.

But if be­fore the dying day
The sin­ner casts his sins away,
All his mis­deeds will I for­give;
He shall not sure­ly die, but live.

O house of Is­ra­el, have I
A plea­sure in the souls that die,
Who life and par­don free­ly give,
Who on­ly bid thee turn and live?

My ways are just, un­equal thine;
Thine all for death, for mer­cy mine;
Thine is the ru­in, thine the strife
That will not en­ter into life.

See God des­cend­ing in thy frame
To suf­fer in the sin­ner’s name;
Thy sins to Him im­put­ed see,
And all His right­eous­ness to thee!