Sunday Meditations

O Be Saved - by Fanny J. Crosby

Sinner, how thy heart is troubled!
God is coming very near;
Do not hide thy deep emotion,
Do not check that falling tear.

Refrain:
O be saved, His grace is free!
O be saved, He died for thee!
O be saved, He died for thee!

Jesus now is bending o'er thee,
Jesus lowly, meek and mild;
To the friend who died to save thee
Wilt thou not be reconciled?

Art thou waiting till the morrow?
Thou may'st never see its light;
Come at once! accept His mer cy:
He is waiting— come tonight!

With a lowly, contrite spirit,
Kneeling at the Saviour's feet,
Thou canst feel, this very moment,
Pardon— precious, pure and sweet.

Let the angels bear the tidings
Upward to the courts of heav'n;
Let them sing, with holy rapture,
O'er another soul forgiv'n!