I have no pleasure in the death of him that dieth, saith the Lord God: Wherefore turn yourselves, and live ye.@Ezekiel 18:32

Herbert Kynaston, Occasional Hymns (London: R. Clay, Son, & Taylor, 1862), number 83.

Wareham William Knapp, 1738 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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William Knapp (1698-1768)

All souls are Mine beneath the sky;
The soul that sinneth, it shall die:
Whate’er its life, whate’er the past,
One sin unwept is death at last.

But if before the dying day
The sinner casts his sins away,
All his misdeeds will I forgive;
He shall not surely die, but live.

O house of Israel, have I
A pleasure in the souls that die,
Who life and pardon freely give,
Who only bid thee turn and live?

My ways are just, unequal thine;
Thine all for death, for mercy mine;
Thine is the ruin, thine the strife
That will not enter into life.

See God descending in thy frame
To suffer in the sinner’s name;
Thy sins to Him imputed see,
And all His righteousness to thee!