Oh say not, I will yet de­lay
To seek God’s of­fered grace;
When Je­sus, with a voice of love,
Says now, Seek thou My face.

Say not, To­mor­row I will turn:
To thee it may not come;
For e’en this night thy soul may hear
Its ev­er­last­ing doom.

Say not, When sick­ness lays me low,
I will be­gin to pray;
For swift dis­ease, or sud­den death,
May call thy soul away.

But say, with ear­nest­ness and faith,
“Je­sus, I come to Thee;
Now, from this mo­ment, by Thy grace,
Help me from sin to flee.

“Now, for Thy ten­der mer­cy’s sake,
Forgive my past de­lay;
And, in Thine own re­deem­ing blood,
Wash all my sins away.

Now, by Thy Ho­ly Spi­rit’s pow’r
Renew this heart of mine.
And may the life which Thou hast spared,
Be hence­forth whol­ly Thine.