And Canst Thou, Sinner, Slight?

And canst thou

sin­ner

slight

The call of love di­vine?

Shall God with ten­der­ness in­vite

And gain no thought of thine?

Wilt thou not cease to grieve

The Spir­it from thy breast

Till He thy wretch­ed soul shall leave

With all thy sins op­pressed?

Today a par­don­ing God

Will hear the sup­pli­ant pray;

Today a Sav­ior’s cleans­ing blood

Will wash thy guilt away.

But grace so dear­ly bought

If yet thou wilt des­pise

Thy fear­ful doom with ven­geance fraught

Will fill thee with sur­prise.