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1. Ye dying sons of men,
Immersed in sin and woe, (1)
The gospel's voice attend,
While Jesus sends to you:
Ye perishing and guilty come,
In Jesus’ arms there yet is room.
2. No longer now delay,
Nor vain excuses frame;
He bids you come today,
Though poor, and blind, and lame:
All things are ready, sinners come,
For every trembling soul there's room.
