Repent Ye

Have our hearts grown cold since the days of old?

Have we left our souls’ first love?

Neither cold nor hot

God com­mends us not

Nor our luke­warm ways ap­prove.

Repent ye

re­pent ye

re­pent ye!

’Tis the call of God to ev­ery land!

Repent ye

re­pent ye

re­pent ye!

For the king­dom of Heav­en is at hand.

Has the God above our su­preme true love?

Have we bowed to Him alway?

Do we own His claim and rev­ere His name

And ob­serve His ho­ly day?

Do we hon­or those who have soothed our woes?

Have we ren­dered good for ill?

Are we pure in heart

do­ing all our part

To ful­fill the Sav­ior’s will?

Are we al­ways true in the thing we do

In our words

our works

our ways?

Are we quite con­tent with the bless­ings sent

Giving God alone the praise?

Dare a mor­tal say—for a sin­gle day—

I have kept Thy law

O God!

Undefiled by sin

I am pure with­in

And I need no cleans­ing blood?