He Waiteth To Be Gracious

Verse 1

Jesus, Redeemer of mankind, Display thy saving power; Thy mercy let these outcasts find, And know their gracious hour.

Verse 2

Ah give them, Lord, a longer space, Nor suddenly consume; But let them take the proffer'd grace, And flee the wrath to come.

Verse 3

O would'st thou cast a pitying look (All Goodness as thou art) Like that which faithless Peter's broke, Or my obdurate heart.

Verse 4

Who thee beneath their feet have trod, And crucified afresh, Touch with thine all-victorious blood, And turn the stone to flesh.

Verse 5

Open their eyes, and ears, to see Thy cross, to hear thy cries: Sinner, thy saviour weeps for thee, For thee he weeps, and dies.

Verse 6

All the day long he meekly stands His rebels to receive, And shews his wounds, and spreads his hands, And bids you turn and live.

Verse 7

Turn, and your sins of deepest dye He will with blood efface? Even now he waits the blood t' apply, Be sav'd, be sav'd by grace.

Verse 8

Be sav'd from hell, from sin and fear: He speaks you now forgiven, Walk before God, be perfect here, And then come up to heaven.