1 Ye dying Sons of Men,
Immerg'd in Sin and Woe,
The Gospel's Voice attend,
Which JESUS sends to you:
Ye perishing and Guilty, come,
In JESUS' Arms there yet is Room.

2 No longer now delay,
Nor vain Excuses frame:
He bids you come To-Day,
Tho' Poor, and Blind, and Lame:
All Things are ready, Sinner come,
For every trembling Soul there's Room.

3 Believe the heav'nly Word
His Messengers proclaim;
He is a gracious LORD,
And faithful is his Name:
Backsliding souls, return and come,
Cast off Despair, there yet is Room.

4 Compell'd by bleeding Love,
Ye wand'ring Sheep draw near,
CHRIST calls you from above,
His Charming Accents hear!
Let whosoever will, now come:
In Mercy's Breast there still is Room.