Repent! the voice celestial cries,

No longer dare delay:

The soul that scorns the mandate dies,

And meets a fiery day.

2 No more the sovereign eye of God

O’erlooks the crimes of men;

His heralds now are sent abroad

To warn the world of sin.

3 O sinners! in his presence bow,

And all your guilt confess;

Accept the offered Saviour now

Nor trifle with his grace.

4 Soon will the awful trumpet sound,

And call you to his bar;

His mercy knows the appointed bound,

And yields to justice there.

5 Amazing love—that yet will call,

And yet prolong our days!

Our hearts, subdued by goodness, fall,

And weep, and love, and praise.