1 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
2 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!