To Be Lost in the Night

O come to the Sav­ior! thou poor wea­ry soul;

’Tis Je­sus in­vites thee to come;

By the pow­er of His blood

Would He now make thee whole

And fit thee to dwell in His home.

His great lov­ing heart beats in pi­ty for thee

He anx­ious­ly waits for thee now;

O turn not away

But His bleed­ing hands see;

They’ll smooth the dark clouds from thy brow.

Your time now is pass­ing

eter­ni­ty’s near

The sun hangs low o’er thy way;

O turn to Him now!

The glad Gos­pel word hear:

Oh

hast­en while yet there is day!

To be lost in the night

in eter­ni­ty’s night

To sink in des­pair and in woe!

But such is thy doom

If thou turn from the light

Refusing His mer­cy to know.