1 O, turn ye, O, turn ye, for why will ye die,
When God in great mercy is coming so nigh?
Now Jesus invites you, the Spirit says "Come!"
And angels are waiting to welcome you home;
And angels are waiting to welcome you home.

2 And now Christ is ready your souls to receive,
O! how can you question, if you will believe?
If sin is your burden, why will you not come?
'Tis you He bids welcome, He bids you you come home;
'Tis you He bids welcome, He bids you you come home.

3 How vain the delusion, that, while you delay,
Your hearts may grow better by staying away;
Come wretched, come starving, come just as you be,
While streams of salvation are flowing so free;
While streams of salvation are flowing so free.

4 Why will you be starving, and feeding on air?
There's mercy in Jesus, enough and to spare;
If still you are doubting, make trial and see,
And prove that His mercy is boundless and free;
And prove that His mercy is boundless and free.

5 Come, give us your hand, and the Saviour your heart,
And starting for glory, we never shall part;
O! how can e leave you? why will you not come?
We'll journey together, and soon be at home;
We'll journey together, and soon be at home.