1 Deserters, to the camp return,
Resume your former post,
Bewail your crimes, your baseness mourn;
For yet ye are not lost.
2 Yours is a sad a dangerous case,
Be humble, and repent;
Mercy you'll find, though e'er so base,
The moment you relent.
3 Sinners are saved by Jesu's blood,
How vile so e'er thy be;
Eternal life's the gift of God;
And gifts are always free.
4 'Tis not by works of righteousness
Which any man has done;
But God has sent his Son to bless;
Return, and kiss the Son.
The Christian's duty, exhibited in a series of hymns, 1791
