First Line: Sinner, how thy heart is troubled,

Sinner, how thy heart is troubled !
God is coming very near ;
Do not hide thy deep emotion,
Do not check that failing tear.

Oh, be saved, His grace is free !
Oh, be saved, He died for thee !
Oh, be saved, He died for thee !

2 Jesus now is bending o'er thee,
Jesus lowly, meek, and mild :
To the Friend who died to save thee,
Wilt thou not be reconciled ?

3 Art thou waiting till the morrow ?
Thou may'st never see its light ;
Come at once ! accept His mercy :
He is waiting----- come to-night !

4 With a lowly, contrite spirit,
Kneeling at the Saviour's feet,
Thou canst feel, this very moment,
Pardon--- precious, pure, and sweet !

5 Let the angels bear the tidings
Upward to the courts of heaven !
Let them sing, with holy rapture,
O'er another soul forgiven !