Child of Sin and Sorrow CHILD OF SIN AND SORROW—Thomas Hastings Child of Sin and Sorrow 1 Child of sin and sorrow, Fill’d with dismay, Wait not for tomorrow, Yield thee today: Heav’n bids thee come, While yet there’s room; Child of sin and sorrow, Hear and obey. 2 Child of sin and sorrow, Why wilt thou die? Come while thou canst borrow Help from on high; Grieve not that love Which from above, Child of sin and sorrow, Would bring thee nigh.