Sinners, turn; why will ye die?

God, your Maker, asks you why:

God, who did your being give,

Made you with Himself to live;

He the fatal cause demands,

Asks the work of His own hands;

Why, ye thankless creatures, why

Will you cross His love, and die?

Sinners, turn; why will ye die?

God, your Saviour, asks you why:

God, who did your souls retrieve,

Died Himself, that you might live;

Will you let Him die in vain?

Crucify your Lord again?

Why ransom’d sinners, why

Will you slight His grace, and die?

Sinners, turn; why will ye die?

God the Spirit, asks you why;

He who all your lives hath strove,

Wooed you to embrace His love;

Will you not His grace receive?

Will you still refuse to live?

Why, ye long-sought sinners, why

Will you grieve your God, and die?

Can you doubt if God is love,

If to all His yearnings move?

Will you not His word receive

Will you not His oath believe?

See, your dying Lord appears!

Jesus weeps: believe His tears!

Mingled with His blood they cry

Why will you resolve to die?"