1) Vain man, thy fond pursuits forbear;
Repent, thine end is nigh;
Death at the farthest can’t be far;
O, think before thou die!
2) Reflect, thou hast a soul to save,
Thy sins how high they mount!
What are thy hopes beyond the grave?
How stands the dark account?
3) Today, the Gospel calls today,
Sinners, it speaks to you;
Let every one forsake his way,
And mercy will ensue.
4) Rich mercy, dearly bought with blood,
How vile soe’er he be,
Abundant pardon, peace with God,
All giv’n entirely free.
Joseph Hart, 1712-68