Depart from Sin

Could the deluded votaries Of fashion and of song, But see their danger, they would cry, We've ventured here too long.

Yes, ventured o'er a precipice, Held by a brittle thread, While "fiery billows roll beneath" The slippery paths we tread.

We've ventured to reject the call, In love and pity given, To flee sin's awful destiny, And seek a home in Heaven.

Could tears prevail, could pity move, You would not longer stand, Exposed by every dashing wave In yon broad gulf to land.

But tears and pity cannot save, Nor for one sin atone, Redemption's purchased with the blood Of Jesus Christ alone.

The debt is paid; salvation's free, Though Jesus' life it cost, And all who come to him he'll save; Then why should you be lost?

Oh! be entreated to forsake The road that leads to hell, And thus be fitted for the place Where saints and angels dwell.