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