Unhappy soul, what sayest thou
To one with power and love
All thy transgressions to forgive,
Thy misery to remove?
Wilt follow Him, poor guilty soul?
He giveth life and He doth kill:
Arise, arise, and in Him trust;
Say, guilty soul, “I will!”
His are the skies above thee spread,
He sitteth on heaven’s throne;
All His, if thou art with him joined,
He bids thee deem thine own.
Wilt follow Him, sad, needy soul?
He condescends to call thee still:
Come, doubt no longer, in Him trust;
Say, needy soul, “I will!”