Ah, guilty sinner, ruined by transgression, What shall thy doom be, when, arrayed in terror, God shall command thee, covered with pollution, Up to the judgement? | 2 Stop, thoughtless sinner, stop awhile and ponder, Ere death arrest thee, and the Judge, in vengeance Hurl from his presence thy affrighted spirit, Swift to perdition. | 3 Oft has he called thee, but thou wouldst not hear him, Mercies and judgments have alike been slighted; Yet he is gracious, and with arms unfolded, Waits to embrace thee. | 4 Come, then, poor sinner, come away this moment, Just as you are, come, filthy and polluted, Come to the fountain open for the guilty; Jesus invites you. | 5 But, if you trifle with his gracious message, Cleave to the world and love its guilty pleasures, Mercy, grown weary, shall, in righteous judgment, Leave you for ever. | 6 O! guilty sinner, hear the voice of warning; Fly to the Saviour, and embrace his pardon; So shall your spirit meet with joy triumphant, Death and the judgment. | |