O sacred head, once wounded

- O sinner, the Saviour is calling for thee,
- long, long has He called thee in vain!
- He called thee when joy lent its crown to thy days,
- He called thee in sorrow and pain.
- O turn, while the Saviour in mercy is waiting,
- and steer for the harbour light!
- For how do you know but your soul may be drifting
- over the dead-line tonight?
- O sinner, thine ears have been deaf to His voice,
- thine eyes to His glory been dim!
- The calls of thy Saviour have so wearied thee,
- oh what if they should weary Him?
- O sinner, the Spirit is striving with thee!
- What if He should strive never more,
- but leave thee alone in thy darkness to dwell,
- in sight of the heavenly shore?
- O sinner, God‟s patience may weary some day,
- and leave thy sad soul in the blast!
- By wilful resistance you‟ve drifted away
- over the dead-line at last
Album: English Hymns, Artist: Virginia W Moyer, Language: English, Viewed: 527 times