Sinners, will you scorn the message Sent in mercy from above? Every sentence, O how tender! Every line is full of love; Listen to it; Every line is full of love. 2 Hear the heralds of the gospel News from Zion’s King proclaim; “Pardon to each rebel sinner; Free forgiveness in his name:” O how gracious! “Free forgiveness in his name.” 3 Will you not receive the message— Listen to the joyful word; And embrace the news of pardon Offered to you by the Lord? Can you slight it— Offered to you by the Lord? 4 O ye angels, hovering round us, Waiting spirits, speed your way, Haste ye to the court of heaven; Tidings bear without delay; Rebel sinners Glad the message will obey. 315 8s, 7s & 4. The gospel invitation. Listen to the gospel, telling How the Lord was crucified; How upon the cross he suffered, When he bowed his head and died, All for sinners! Come, then, to his bleeding side. 2 Listen to the gospel calling! Hear, O sinner, and obey! Come to Jesus, he will save you, Now, no longer stay away; He invites you; Sinner, then, make no delay, 3 Listen to the gospel pleading, Hasten, sinner, to arise; Come and cast yourself on Jesus, He to none his love denies; Trust him freely, Wait no longer; now be wise. 4 Listen to the gospel blessing All who trust the Saviour’s love; And to those who now obey him, Bringing pardon from above; Careless sinner, Will you still refuse to move? 5 Listen to the gospel warning; All who stay away must die; Come, then, while all things are ready, Mercy calls you from on high; Come and welcome, Hear, O hear the Saviour cry! 316 8s, 7s & 4. The voice of mercy. Hear, O sinner! mercy hails you, Now with sweetest voice she calls; Bids you haste to seek the Saviour, Ere the hand of Justice falls: Trust in Jesus; ’Tis the voice of mercy calls. 2 Haste, O sinner! to the Saviour— Seek his mercy while you may; Soon the day of grace is over; Soon your life will pass away! Haste to Jesus; You must perish if you stay. 317 7s, 6s & 7s. The alarm. Stop, poor sinner, stop and think, Before you further go; Will you sport upon the brink Of everlasting woe! On the verge of ruin stop— Now the friendly warning take— Stay your footsteps—ere you drop Into the burning lake.