And Must Thou Perish in Thy Blood?

And must thou per­ish in thy blood

A wretch­ed soul that knows not God

A child of Sa­tan thou!

Thy foes

and fears

and sins pre­vail;

Arrested by the pains of hell

Where is thy re­fuge now?

Caught in the coils of death thou art

All un­re­newed and foul thy heart

And filled with guil­ty fear:

See there! the king of fears is come!

Prepare to meet thine in­stant doom

Before thy God ap­pear.

Vain are thy tears and late re­morse;

The ty­rant sits on his pale horse

Devourer of man­kind;

Attended by a ghast­ly train

Sorrow

as­ton­is­hment

and pain

And Hell comes close be­hind.

Ready to pierce thy trem­bling heart

The gris­ly ter­ror shakes his dart

And Hell ex­pects its prey!

Ready a troop of dev­ils stands

To take thee from the mon­ster’s hands

And hur­ry thee away.

What hope

or help re­mains for thee?

Poor des­per­ate soul

and can it be

That thou shouldst mer­cy find?

Ask Him

who spilt His pre­cious blood

To buy

and bring thee back to God

To ran­som all man­kind.

Call

on the name of Je­sus call

Ask if He did not die for all

That all might turn and live?

Call on Him in this lat­est hour;

Hell is not rea­di­er to de­vour

Than Je­sus to for­give.

Sufficient is His grace for thee;

Straitened for time He can­not be;

Thy dy­ing groan He hears;

Jesus is migh­ty to re­deem;

A day

a mo­ment’s space with Him

Is as a thou­sand years.

Call on Him

and He yet shall save:

“Redeem my spir­it from the grave

The gulf that yawns be­neath;

Jesu

rev­erse my fear­ful doom

O snatch me from the wrath to come

The ev­er­last­ing death.

“Sprinkle Thy blood up­on my heart;

One drop

if Thou the grace im­part

Removes my guil­ty load

From ev­ery spot of sin set free;

Speak all-aton­ing blood for me

Cry in the ears of God!

Fa­ther

if now Thou hear’st it cry

Now let it in my heart re­ply

And show my sins for­giv’n;

Thou canst—Thou dost—this mo­ment save:

’Tis fin­ished! I my pass­port have—

Lead on

lead on to Heav’n!