1 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 wipes away thy tears.
2 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?
3 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 the stains,
And ransom thee from woe.
4 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 mayest live by faith.
5 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.
Hymns and Spiritual Songs for the use of Christians, 1803