Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns, selected from sundry poets #XXV (1791) First Line: When pity prompts me to look round Lyrics: 1 When pity prompts me to look round
Upon this fellow clay,
See men reject the gospel sound,
Good God what shall I say!
2 My bowels yearn for dying men,
Doom'd to eternal woe;
Fain would I speak; but O 'tis in vain!
If God does not speak too.
3 O sinners, sinners, will you hear,
When in God's name I come;
Upon your peril don't forbear,
Lest hell should be your doom.
4 Now is the time, th' accepted hour,
O sinners come away!
The Saviour's knocking at the door,
Arise without delay.
5 O don't refuse to give him room,
Lest mercy should withdraw:
He'll then in robes of vengeance come
To execute his law.
6 Then where poor mortals, will you be,
If destitute of grace,
When you your injur'd judge shall see,
And stand before his face?
7 O could you shun that dreadful sight,
How would you wish to fly
To the dark shades of endless night,
From that all-searching eye!
8 But death and hell must all appear
And you among them stand
Before the great impartial bar,
Arraign'd at Christ's left hand.
9 No yearning bowels, pity then
Shall not affect my heart:
No, I shall surely say amen,
When Christ bids you depart.
10 Let not these warnings be in vain,
But lend a list'ning ear;
Lest you should meet them all again,
When wrap'd in keen despair. Languages: English
The Christian yearning over Sinners