Sinners, turn: why will you die? God, your Maker, asks you why God, who did your being give, Gave Himself, that you might live; He the fatal cause demands, Asks the work of His own hands; Why, you thankless creatures, why, Will you cross His love, and die?
Sinners, turn: why will you die? God, your Savior, asks you why. God, who did your souls retrieve, Died Himself, that you might live. Will you let Him die in vain? Crucify your Lord again? Why, you ransomed sinners, why, Will you slight His grace and die?
Sinners, turn: why will you die? God, the Spirit, asks you why; He, who all your lives hath strove, Wooed you to embrace His love. Will you not His grace receive? Will you still refuse to live? Why, you long sought sinners, why, Will you grieve your God, and die?
Can ye doubt, if God is love, If to all His mercies move? Will ye not His Word receive? Will ye not His oath believe? See, the suffering God appears! Jesus weeps! Believe His tears! Mingled with His blood they cry, Why will you resolve to die?