Sinners, hear the Savior’s call,
He now is passing by;
He has seen thy grievous thrall,
And heard thy mournful cry:
He has pardon to impart,
Grace to save thee from thy fears,
See the love that fills his heart
And wipes away all tears.
Why art thou afraid to come,
And tell him all thy case?
He will not pronounce thy doom,
Nor frown thee from his face;
Wilt thou fear Immanuel?
Wilt thou fear the Lamb of God,
Who to save thy soul from pain
Has shed his precious blood?
Raise thy downcast eyes and see
What throngs his throne surround,
These, tho’ sinners once like thee,
Have full salvation found:
Yield not then to unbelief,
While he says there yet is room;
Tho’ of sinners thou art chief,
Since Jesus calls thee, come.