Why not now, my God, my God! Ready if thou always art,
O! when wilt thou come unto me? Psalm ci. 2
Why not now, my God, my God! Ready if thou always art, Make in me thy mean abode, Take possession of my heart? If thou canst so greatly bow, Friend of sinners, why not now?
God of love, in this my day For thyself to thee I cry; Dying, if thou still delay Must I not for ever die? Enter now thy poorest home, Now, my utmost Saviour, come!
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