Sinner, seek the priceless treasure,

Offered without price from God;

Here is mercy without measure,

Flowing in the Saviour’s blood.

Come, then, to the fount of healing,

Come, and prove its virtues true;

Turn not from love’s sweet appealing,

Jesus shed his blood for you!

2 Come, begin the race for heaven;

Start to-day, O do not wait;

Now’s the time that God has given;

Sinner, do not be too late.

When the door of mercy closes,

You will stand and knock in vain;

For, when justice interposes,

Mercy will not call again!