Ah, Guilty Sinner

Ah

guil­ty sin­ner

rui­ned by trans­gress­ion

What shall thy doom be

when ar­rayed in ter­ror

God shall com­mand thee

cov­ered with pol­lu­tion

Up to the judg­ment?

Wilt thou es­cape from His om­ni­sci­ent no­tice

Fly to the ca­verns

court an­ni­hi­la­tion?

Vain thy pre­sump­tion

jus­tice still shall tri­umph

In thy de­struct­ion.

Stop

thought­less sin­ner

stop awhile and pon­der

Ere death ar­rest thee

and the Judge

in ven­geance

Hurl from His pre­sence thine af­fright­ed spir­it

Swift to per­di­tion.

Oft He has called thee

but thou wouldst not hear Him

Mercies and judg­ments have alike been slight­ed;

Yet He is gra­cious

and with arms un­fold­ed

Waits to em­brace thee.

Come

then

poor sin­ner

come away this moment

Just as you are

come

fil­thy and pol­lut­ed

Come to the fount­ain open for un­clean­ness;

Jesus in­vites you.

But

if you tri­fle with His gra­cious mes­sage

Cleave to the world and love its guil­ty plea­sures

Mercy

grown wea­ry

shall in right­eous judg­ment

Quit you for­ev­er.

Then you shall call

but He will not re­gard you

Seek for His fa­vor

but shall nev­er find it

Cry to the rocks to hide you from His pre­sence

Deep in their ca­verns.

Where the worm dies not

and the fire eter­nal

Fills the lost soul with ang­uish and with ter­ror

There shall the sin­ner spend a long for­ev­er

Dying un­par­doned.

Oh! guil­ty sin­ner

hear the voice of warn­ing;

Fly to the Sav­ior

and em­brace His par­don;

So shall your spir­it meet

with joy tri­umph­ant

Death and the judg­ment!