Sinner, hear the Sav­ior’s call,
He now is pass­ing by;
He has seen thy griev­ous thrall,
And heard thy mourn­ful cry.
He has par­dons to impart,
Grace to save thee from thy fears;
See the love that fills His heart,
And wipe away thy tears.

Why art thou afraid to come
And tell Him all thy case?
He will not pro­nounce thy doom,
Nor frown thee from His face:
Wilt thou fear Em­man­uel?
Wilt thou dread the Lamb of God,
Who, to save thy soul from hell,
Has shed His pre­cious blood?

Think, how on the cross He hung
Pierced with a thou­sand wounds!
Hark, from each as with a tongue
The voice of par­don sounds!
See, from all His burst­ing veins,
Blood, of won­drous virtue, flow!
Shed to wash away thy stains,
And ran­som thee from woe.

Though His ma­jes­ty be great,
His mercy is no less;
Though He thy trans­gress­ions hate,
He feels for thy dis­tress:
By Him­self the Lord has sworn,
He de­lights not in thy death;
But in­vites thee to re­turn,
That thou mayst live by faith.

Raise thy down­cast eyes, and see
What throngs His throne sur­round!
These, though sin­ners once like thee,
Have full sal­va­tion found:
Yield not then to un­be­lief!
While He says, There yet is room;
Though of sin­ners thou art chief,
Since Je­sus calls thee, come.