The hearts of the saints
Are moved for thee;
O sinner, dost thou care?
And oft and again thy very name
Is breathed to God in prayer.
The heart of the Savior
Is moved for thee;
O sinner, dost thou hear?
As thy name He speaks, His precious cheeks
Are stained by falling tear.
Hell from beneath
Is moved for thee;
O sinner, stop and think!
If thou refuse, thy soul thou'lt lose
Thou'rt standing on the brink.
The heart of thy God
Is moved for thee;
And O, His love's been proved!
His Son He gave thy soul to save,
O sinner, art thou moved?
Bernie Payne
