SINNER, HOW THY HEART

Sinner, how thy heart is troubled!

God is coming very near;

Do not hide thy deep emotion,

Do not check that falling tear.

Oh, be saved, His grace is free!

Oh, be saved, He died for Thee!

Oh, be saved, He died for Thee!

Art Thou waiting till the morrow?

Thou may‟st never see its light;

Come at once! accept His mercy:

He is waiting - come tonight!

With a lowly contrite Spirit,

Kneeling at the Saviour‟s feet,

Thou canst feel, this very moment,

Pardon - precious, pure, and sweet.

Let the angels bear the tidings

Upward to the courts of heaven!

Let them sing, with Holy rapture,

O‟er another soul forgiven!