1. O turn ye, O turn ye; for why will ye die?
Since God in great mercy is coming so nigh,
Since Jesus invites you, the Spirit says, Come,
And angels are waiting to welcome you home.
2. How vain the delusion, that while you delay,
Your hearts may grow better, your chains melt away;
Come wretched, come guilty, come just as you are;
All helpless and dying to Jesus repair.
3. The contrite in heart he will freely receive;
O why will you not the glad message believe?
If sin be your burden, Oh, will you not come?
'Tis you he makes welcome; he bids you come home.