Oh! flee for refuge while there’s hope; full soon ’twill be too late.
A moment more the Saviour waits; for you his blood he pleads,
My blood! my Father, oh, my blood! forgive the sinner’s deeds!
But if you still refuse to bow, and be by him forgiven,
You must be banished from the Lord, and find no place in Heaven.
To free from sin and second death, the Saviour’s blood has cost—
What weeping and what wailing when you see what you have lost.
God’s justice will be manifest in your destruction sure;
And hopeless agony will be your portion to endure.
Once more in prayer I prostrate fall, once more I’ll plead your case;