O Be Saved

Sinner

how thy heart is trou­bled

God is com­ing ve­ry near;

Do not hide thy deep emo­tion

Do not check that fall­ing tear.

O be saved

His grace is free;

O be saved

He died for thee;

O be saved

He died for thee.

Jesus now is bend­ing o’er thee

Jesus low­ly

meek and mild;

To the friend who died to save thee

Canst thou not be re­con­ciled?

Art thou wait­ing till the mor­row?

Thou may’st nev­er see its light;

Come at once—ac­cept His mer­cy

He is wait­ing—come to­night.

With a low­ly

con­trite spir­it

Kneeling at the Sav­ior’s feet;

Thou canst feel this ve­ry mo­ment

Pardon—pre­cious

pure and sweet.

Let the an­gels bear the tid­ings

Upward to the courts of Heav’n;

Let them sing

with holy rap­ture

O’er an­oth­er soul for­giv’n.