Classic Poem

I.

Amazing sight, the Saviour stands,
And knocks at every door;
Ten thousand blessing in his hands,
For to supply the poor.

II.

" Behold, saith he, I bleed and die,
" To bring poor souls to rest;
" Hear, sinners, while I'm passing by,
" And be forever blest.

III.

" Will you despite such bleeding love,
" And choose the way to hell;
" Or in the glorious realms above,
" With me forever dwell?

IV.

" Not to condemn your sinking race,
" Have I in judgement come:
" But to display unbounded grace,
" And bring lost sinners home.

V.

" May I not save your wretched soul,
" From sin, from death, and hell;
" Wounded or sick, I'll make you whole,
" And you with me shall dwell.

VI.

" Say, will you hear my gracious voice,
" And have your sins forgiv'n?
" Or will you make a wretched choice,
" And bar yourselves from heav'n?

VII.

" Will you go down to endless night,
" And bear eternal pain?
" Or dwell in everlasting light,
" Where I in glory reign?

VIII.

" Come answer now before I go,
" While I am passing by;
" Say, will you marry me, or no?
" Say, will you live, or die? "