Say, sin­ner! hath a voice with­in
Oft whis­pered to thy sec­ret soul,
Urged thee to leave the ways of sin,
And yield thy heart to God’s con­trol?

Hath some­thing met thee in the path
Of world­liness and va­ni­ty,
And point­ed to the com­ing wrath,
And warned thee from that wrath to flee?

Sinner! it was a hea­ven­ly voice—
It was the Spi­rit’s gra­cious call;
It bade thee make the bet­ter choice,
And haste to seek in Christ thine all.

Spurn not the call to life and light;
Regard, in time, the warn­ing kind;
That call thou mayst not al­ways slight,
And yet the gate of mer­cy find.

God’s Spi­rit will not al­ways strive
With hard­ened, self-de­stroy­ing man;
Ye who per­sist His love to grieve,
May ne­ver hear His voice again.

Sinner! per­haps this ve­ry day,
Thy last ac­cept­ed time may be:
O shouldst thou grieve Him now away,
Then hope may ne­ver beam on thee.