WHY WILL YE DIE, O HOUSE OF ISRAEL
Ezekiel xviii. 31
1SINNERS, turn, why will you die?
God, your maker, asks you why?
God, who did your being give,
Made you with himself to live.
He the fatal cause demands,
Asks the work of his own hands,
Why, ye thankless creatures, why
Will ye cross his love, and die?
2Sinners turn, why will you die?
God, your Saviour, asks you why:
God, who did your souls retrieve,
Died himself that you might live.
Will you let him die in vain?
Crucify your Lord again?
Why, ye ransomed sinners, why
Will you slight his grace and die?
3Sinners turn, why will you die?
God the Spirit, asks you why:
He, who all your lives hath strove,
Wooed you to embrace his love.
Will you not the grace recieve?
Will you still refuse to live?
Why, ye long sought sinner, why
Will you grieve your God and die?
4Dead, already dead within,
Spiritually dead in sin,
Dead to God while here you breathe,
Pant ye after second death?
Will ye still in sin remain,
Greedy of eternal pain?
O ye dying sinners why,
Why will you for ever die?