Why Longer Wait?

by H. H. Hall

O captive soul, why longer wait?
The Prince of Life would make thee free;
He stands in Mercy's open gate,
With hands out-stretch'd to welcome thee.

Why, burdened trembling, still delay,
So long by guilt and fear opprest;
At Jesus' feet thy burden lay,
And thou shalt find the long-sought rest.

From Mercy's gate, oh, hear Him call,
And fly at once to His embrace;
'Tis open wide for thee- for all
Who care to taste His wondrous grace.

Chorus

His heart of love and sweetest accents falling,
Gently whispers "Come to me."