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.