Why un­be­liev­ing? Why wilt thou spurn
Love that so gent­ly pleads thy re­turn?
Come, ere thy fleet­ing day
Fades in­to night away;
Now mer­cy’s call ob­ey—to Je­sus come.

Why un­be­liev­ing? Wound­ing thy Lord,
Grieving His Spir­it, doubt­ing His Word?
Think, ’twas for thee He died;
Think of His bleed­ing side;
Now to the cru­ci­fied—to Je­sus come.

Why un­be­liev­ing? Thou canst be blest;
Jesus will par­don, He’ll give thee rest.
Why wilt thou long­er wait?
Haste to the op­en gate,
Come, ere it be too late—to Je­sus come.

Why un­be­liev­ing? Tri­fle no more;
Death may be near thee, e’en at thy door.
Come with a brok­en heart,
Come, help­less as thou art,
Come, choose the bet­ter part—to Je­sus come.