Ye sinners on backsliding bent,
God’s gracious call attend;
Shall not compassion so divine
Each stubborn spirit bend?

“How shall I give mine Israel up
To ruin and despair?
How pour down showers of flaming wrath
And make a Sodom there?

“My bowels strong relentings feel;
My heart is pained within;
I will not all My wrath exert,
Nor visit all their sin.”

The mercy of a God restrains
The thunders of His hand;
Come, seek protection from that power,
Which you can ne’er withstand.

With trembling haste, O God, to Thee
Let sinners wing their flight;
As doves, when birds of prey pursue,
Down on their windows light.

Father, we seek Thy gracious arm,
All melted at Thy voice;
O may Thy heart, that feels our woes,
In our return rejoice.