Ye Dying Sons of Men

Ye dy­ing sons of men

Immersed in sin and woe

The Gos­pel’s voice at­tend

While Je­sus sends to you:

Ye per­ish­ing and guil­ty

come;

In Je­sus’ arms there yet is room.

No long­er now de­lay

Nor vain ex­cus­es frame;

He bids you come to­day

Though poor

and blind

and lame:

All things are rea­dy; sin­ner

come;

For ev­ery trem­bling soul there’s room.

Believe the heav­en­ly word

His mes­sen­gers pro­claim;

He is a gra­cious Lord

And faith­ful is His name:

Backsliding souls

re­turn and come;

Cast off de­spair; there yet is room.

Compelled by bleed­ing love

Ye wan­der­ing sheep

draw near;

Christ calls you from above;

His charm­ing ac­cents hear:

Let who­so­ev­er will now come

In mer­cy’s breast there still is room.