Classic Poem

I.

Ye sons of Adam lift your eyes,
Behold how free the Saviour dies,
To save your souls from hell!
There's your Creator, and your friend;
Believe and soon your fears shall end,
And you in glory dwell.

II.

Doubt not his word; his grace is free,
Believe he died and calls for thee,
And your poor souls shall live:
Can free salvation be deny'd,
When in his dying groans he cry'd,
" Father their sins forgive. "

III.

Believe and feel his boundless love;
It soon will bear your souls above,
To peaceful realms on high;
He swears as certain as he lives,
His hand a free salvation gives
" Why sinner will you die? "

IV.

Will you despise the vast renown,
And choose despair before a crown?
O have eternal joy!
Receive a kingdom in your heart,
Of life and joy that ne'er'll depart;
Nor earth or hell destroy.