Child of sin and sorrow, filled with dismay,

Wait not for to-morrow, yield thee to-day;

Heaven bids thee come

While yet there’s room:

Child of sin and sorrow,

Hear and obey.

2 Child of sin and sorrow, why wilt thou die?

Come, while thou canst borrow help from on high:

Grieve not that love,

Which from above—

Child of sin and sorrow—

Would bring thee nigh.

3 Child of sin and sorrow, where wilt thou flee?

Through that long to-morrow, eternity!

Exiled from home,

Darkly to roam—

Child of sin and sorrow,

Where wilt thou flee?

4 Child of sin and sorrow, lift up thine eye!

Heirship thou canst borrow in worlds on high!

In that high home,

Graven thy name;

Child of sin and sorrow,

Swift homeward fly!