First Line: Out of Christ, and yet so near,

Out of Christ, and yet so near,
That Thy heart His voice can hear,
Pleading still----- O Come to Me !
I have given My life for thee.

Out of Christ, a slave to sin----
Rise, and let the Saviour in !
If thou bid Him longer wait,
Soon for thee 'twill be too late.

2 Out of Christ, a wanderer yet-----
What if now thy sun should set ?
And in darkness leave thy soul
To the tempter's dread control.

3 Yield to Him thy broken heart,
He will take thee as thou art ;
Now His offered grace receive,
And no more the Spirit grieve.