O turn you! O turn you, for why will you die,

When God in his mercy is coming so nigh?

Now Jesus invites you, the Spirit says Come,

The brethren are waiting to welcome you home.

2 How vain the delusion, that while you delay

Your hearts may grow better by staying away;

Come wretched, come starving, come just as you be,

Here streams of salvation are flowing most free.

3 Here Jesus is ready your souls to receive;

O, how can you question, since now you believe?

Since sin is your burden, why will you not come?

He now bids you welcome—he now says there’s room.

4 In riches, in pleasure, what can you obtain,

To soothe your affliction, or banish your pain;

To bear up your spirit when summoned to die,

Or waft you to mansions of glory on high?

5 Why will you be starving and feeding on air?

There’s mercy in Jesus, enough and to spare;

If still you are doubting, make trial and see,

And prove that his mercy is boundless and free.