XXVII. The Christian yearning over Sinners

1 When pity prompts me to look round
Upon my fellow clay;
See men reject the gospel sound,
Good God! what shall I say?

2 My bowels yearn for dying men,
Doom'd to eternal woe;
Fain would I speak; but O, it's vain!
If God does not speak too.

3 O sinners, sinners, will you hear,
When in God's name I come;
Upon your peril don't forbear,
Lest hell should be your doom.

4 Now is the time, th' accepted hour,
O sinners, come away!
The Saviour's knocking at your door,
Arise without delay.

5 O, don't refuse to give him room,
Lest mercy should withdraw;
He'll then in robes of vengeance come
To execute his law.

6 Then where, poor mortals, will you be,
If destitute of grace,
When you your injur'd Judge shall see,
And stand before his face?

7 O, could you shun that dreadful sight,
How would you wish to fly
To the dark shades of endless night,
From that all-searching eye!

8 But Death and Hell must all appear,
And you among them stand
Before the great impartial bar,
Arrang'd at Christ's left hand.

9 No yearning bowels—pity then
Will not affect my heart:
No, I shall surely say amen,
When Christ bids you depart.

10 Let not these warnings be in vain,
But lend a list'ning ear;
Lest you should meet them all again,
When wrap'd in keen despair.

Text Information
First Line: When pity prompts me to look round
Title: The Christian yearning over Sinners
Meter: Common Metre
Language: English
Publication Date: 1793
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