O lost and dying wayward soul,
won’t you come to God’s red tide?
Won’t you be made clean and whole
by blood that flowed from His own side?
Know you not He died to save
your soul from death beyond the grave?
Know you not that without Him
in fiery flames of wrath you’ll swim?
How can one resist such grace
that wholly makes all sin erased?
How can you not drink the draught
that quenches God’s eternal wrath?
O Christian saved from death and sin,
how can you not care for him?
Why loose you not your given tongue
and share the news of Christ the Son?
Will you not unstop your ears
to hear the cries of endless years?
Will you not release your eyes
to see the life that truly dies?
Know you not that without Christ
you’d still be held in Hell’s harsh heist?
Know you not that you must say
and give account to God some day?