Child of Sin and Sorrow

Child of sin and sor­row

Fillèd with dis­may

Wait not for the mor­row

Yield thee to­day:

Heaven bids thee come

While yet there’s room

Child of sin and sor­row

Hear and ob­ey.

Child of sin and sor­row

Why wilt thou die?

Come whilst thou can bor­row

Help from on high:

Grieve not that love

Which

from above

Child of sin and sor­row

Would bring thee nigh.

Child of sin and sor­row

The mo­ments glide

Like the flit­ting ar­row

Or the rush­ing tide;

E’er time is o’er

Heaven’s grace im­plore;

Child of sin and sor­row

In Christ con­fide.

Child of sin and sor­row

Cease now the tear;

Wait not for to­mor­row

Banish thy fear!

Christ now re­ceives

Him who be­lieves

Child of sin and sor­row

Be of good cheer!