Classic Poem

I.

O the dead state of Adam's race,
Surrounded with redeeming grace,
Wasting their days, their life and breath,
For shades that lead to endless death.

II.

While Jesus bleeds and dies for them,
And waits and woos to get them home,
They choose in darkness still to dwell,
And laugh the downward road to hell.

III.

Where e'er they go, what e'er they do,
The Lord doth still in love pursue,
Intreating them to turn and live,
With all the blessing he can give.

IV.

But still for some poor empty sound
They rush on still, to ruin bound,
And risk an everlasting mind
While they pursue their chaff and wind.

V.

Thus millions last their wand'ring chase,
'Till they conclude their mortal race,
Then 'wake as wand'ring stars to dwell
In their own blackness, death and hell.

VI.

O sinners leave the enchanted ground,
God's love is still without a bound;
O bid the charms of earth adieu,
The Lord is waiting yet for you.

VI.

O come and taste immortal love,
And ever reign in realms above;
There shine in everlasting fame,
And give the glory to the Lamb.