1 SINNERS, turn; why will ye die? God, your Maker, asks you why; God, who did your being give, Made you with Himself to live: He the fatal cause demands, Asks the work of His own hands, Why, ye thankless creatures, why Will ye cross His love, and die? 2 Sinners, turn; why will ye die? God, your Saviour, asks you why; God, who did your souls retrieve, Died Himself that you might live: Will you let Him die in vain? Crucify your Lord again?