To bless thy long-deluded sight;
This is the time, oh, then be wise!
Thou would'st be saved, why not to-night?
3 Our God in pity lingers still;
And wilt thou thus his love requite?
Renounce at length thy stubborn will;
Thou would'st be saved, why not to-night?
4 The world has nothing left to give,
It has no new, no pure delight;
Oh, try the life which Christians live;