2 Far let the gospel-trump be sounding-- O'er sea, and continent, and isle; While the sweet voice of grace abounding, Shall make the burdened captive smile. Yes! to a world in bondage lying, Go teach a bleeding Saviour's name-- Freedom from sin and death proclaim, On every breeze salvation flying-- And seize the gospel sword! And with our mighty Lord, March on, march on, all hearts resolved On glorious victory.
O turn you! O turn you, for why will you die, When God in his mercy is coming so nigh? Now Jesus invites you, the Spirit says Come, The brethren are waiting to welcome you home.
2 How vain the delusion, that while you delay Your hearts may grow better by staying away; Come wretched, come starving, come just as you be, Here streams of salvation are flowing most free.
3 Here Jesus is ready your souls to receive; O, how can you question, since now you believe? Since sin is your burden, why will you not come? He now bids you welcome--he now says there's room.
4 In riches, in pleasure, what can you obtain, To soothe your affliction, or banish your pain; To bear up your spirit when summoned to die, Or waft you to mansions of glory on high?
5 Why will you be starving and feeding on air? There's mercy in Jesus, enough and to spare; If still you are doubting, make trial and see, And prove that his mercy is boundless and free.
Delay not, delay not, O sinner, draw near, The waters of life are now flowing for thee; No price is demanded, the Saviour is here, Redemption is purchased--salvation is free.
2 Delay not, delay not! why longer abuse The love and compassion of Jesus our Lord! A fountain is opened; how canst thou refuse To wash and be cleansed in his pardoning blood?
3 Delay not, delay not! O sinner, to come; For mercy still lingers, and calls thee to-day; Her voice is not heard in the vale of the tomb; Her message, unheeded, will soon pass away.
4 Delay not, delay not! the Spirit of grace, Long grieved and resisted, entreats thee to come; Beware, lest in darkness thou finish thy race, And sink to the vale of eternity's gloom.
5 Delay not, delay not! the hour is at hand, The earth shall dissolve and the heavens shall fade; The dead, small and great, in the judgment shall stand: What power, then, O sinner, shall lend thee its aid?