Verse 1

There is a Rock in a weary land, Its shadow falls on the burning sand, Inviting pilgrims as they pass, To seek a shade in the wilderness, Then why will ye die? O why will ye die? When the shelt'ring Rock is so near by, O why will ye die

Verse 2

There is a Well in a desert plain, Its waters call with entreating strain, Ho every thirsting sin- sick soul, Come freely drink and tou shalt be whole, Then why will ye die? O why will ye die? When the lving Well is so near by, O why will ye die

Verse 3

A great fold stands with its portals wide, The sheep astray on the mountain-side; The Shepherd climbs o'er mountains steep; He's searching now for his wand'ring sheep. Then why will ye die? O why will ye die? When the Shepherd fold is so near by, O why will ye die

Verse 4

There is a cross where the Saviour died; His blood flowed out in a crimson tide, A sacrifice for sins of men, And free to all who will enter in Then why will ye die? O why will ye die? When the crimson cross is so near by, O why will ye die