Oh, Turn Ye, Oh, Turn Ye, For Why Will Ye Die,
When God In Great Mercy Is Coming So Nigh ?
Now Jesus Invites You, The Spirit Says Come !
And Angels Are Waiting To Welcome You Home.

How Vain The Delusion, That, While You Delay,
Your Hearts May Grow Better, Your Chains Melt Away !
Come Guilty, Come Wretched, Come Just As You Are,
All Helpless And Dying, To Jesus Repair.

The Contrite In Heart He Will Freely Receive ;
Oh, Why Will You Not The Glad Message Believe ?
If Sin Be Your Burden, Why Will Ye Not Come ?
‘Tis You He Makes Welcome ; He Bids You Come Home.