1 Someone is turning his back to the Savior
And thus crucifying the Master anew,
Someone is slighting His pardoning favor;
My Lord, is it I? My friend, is it you?

Refrain:
O who would the love of the Savior abuse,
The mercy and pardon He offers, refuse?
The lost are so many, the saved are so few,—
My Lord, is it I? My friend, is it you?

2 Just as of yore He on trial is standing,
Denied by the many and loved by the few;
Someone “Away with Him!” still is demanding;
My Lord, is it I? My friend, is it you? [Refrain]

3 Someone too late will for mercy be calling
With death and eternity looming in view,
Crying for mountains on him to be falling;
My Lord, is it I? My friend, is it you? [Refrain]

4 Someone is crossing the deadline, dividing
The old life of sin and of shame from the new;
Someone just now is for Jesus deciding;
My Lord, is it I? My friend, is it you? [Refrain]