Text: | Let the Wicked forsake his Ways |
Author: | Fawcett |
1 Sinners, the voice of God regard;
’Tis mercy speaks to-day;
He calls you by his sovereign word,
From sin’s destructive way.
2 Like the rough sea, that cannot rest,
You live devoid of peace;
A thousand stings within your breast,
Deprive your souls of ease.
3 Your way is dark, and leads to hell;
Why will you persevere?
Can you in frightful torments dwell,
Shut up in black despair?
4 Why will you in the crooked ways
Of sin and folly go?
In pain you travel all your days,
To reap immortal woe.
5 But he that turns to God shall live,
Thro' his abounding grace;
His mercy will the guilt forgive
Of those that seek his face.
6 Bow to the sceptre of his word,
Renouncing every sin;
Submit to him your sovereign Lord,
And learn his will divine.
7 His love exceeds your highest thoughts;
He pardons like a God;
He will forgive your numerous faults,
Thro' a Redeemer's blood.
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First Line: | Sinners, the voice of God regard |
Title: | Let the Wicked forsake his Ways |
Author: | Fawcett |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
Scripture: | |
Topic: | Scripture Invitations and Promises; Encouragement and invitation; Wicked men exhorted |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |