Oh say not, I will yet delay
To seek God’s offered grace;
When Je­sus, with a voice of love,
Says now, Seek thou My face.

Say not, Tomorrow I will turn:
To thee it may not come;
For e’en this night thy soul may hear
Its ev­er­last­ing doom.

Say not, When sickness lays me low,
I will begin to pray;
For swift disease, or sudden death,
May call thy soul away.

But say, with earnestness and faith,
“Je­sus, I come to Thee;
Now, from this moment, by Thy grace,
Help me from sin to flee.

“Now, for Thy tender mercy’s sake,
Forgive my past delay;
And, in Thine own redeeming blood,
Wash all my sins away.

Now, by Thy Ho­ly Spi­rit’s power
Renew this heart of mine.
And may the life which Thou hast spared,
Be henceforth wholly Thine.