Delay not, de­lay not,
O sin­ner, draw near.
The wa­ters of life are
Now flow­ing for thee;
No price is de­mand­ed,
The Sav­ior is here;
Redemption is pur­chased,
Salvation is free.

Delay not, de­lay not,
O sin­ner, to come,
For mer­cy still ling­ers
And calls thee to­day.
Her voice is not heard in
The vale of the tomb;
Her mes­sage, un­heed­ed,
Will soon pass away.

Delay not, de­lay not,
The Spir­it of grace,
Long grieved and re­sist­ed,
May take His sad flight,
And leave thee in dark­ness
To fin­ish thy race,
To sink in the gloom of
Eternity’s night.

Delay not, de­lay not,
The hour is at hand,
The earth shall dis­solve,
And the hea­vens shall fade;
The dead, small and great,
In the judg­ment shall stand;
What help­er, then, sin­ner,
Shall lend thee his aid?

Delay not, de­lay not,
Why long­er abuse
The love and com­pas­sion
Of Je­sus thy God?
A fount­ain is op­en,
How canst thou re­fuse
To wash and be cleansed in
His par­don­ing blood?