First Line: Oh, turn ye, oh, turn ye, for why will ye die,

Oh, turn ye, oh, turn ye, for why will ye die,
When God in great mercy is coming so nigh ?
Now Jesus invites you, the Spirit
says Come !
And angels are waiting to welcome you home.

2 How vain the delusion, that, while you delay,
Your hearts may grow better, your chains melt away !
Come guilty, come wretched, come
just as you are,
All helpless and dying, to Jesus repair.

3 The contrite in heart He will freely receive ;
Oh, why will you not the glad message believe ?
If sin be your burden, why will ye
not come ?
‘Tis you He makes welcome ; He bids you come home.