1

What shall a wretched sinner do,
When press'd with guilt in all my soul,
And hurried to eternal wo,
As fast as fleeting moments roll?

2

I hear the saints of God declare,
There is a Christ whose grace is free;
But if I don't his goodness share,
Pray what is all that grace to me?

3

They say there is a gospel feast,
And every hungry soul may feed;
Yet I may starve and never taste
One crumb of that immortal bread.

4

Jesus, they say, has life divine,
Poor dying sinners to revive;
But if that life is never mine,
How can my soul be made alive?

5

They say his blood was freely spilt,
To cleanse polluted souls from sin;
But that will ne'er remove my guilt,
Unless my soul be wash'd therein.

6

Lord, seal thy glorious truths to me,
Or I shall sink in death and hell:
O take my life and soul to thee,
And in thy nature let me dwell.