Hark! how the gospel trumpet sounds!

Hark! how the gospel trumpet sounds!
Christ and free grace therein abounds;
Free grace to such as sinners be;
And if free grace, why not for me?

The Saviour died, and by his blood
Brought rebel sinners near to God;
He died to set the captives free;
And why, my soul, why not for thee?

The blood of Christ, how sweet it sounds,
To cleanse and heal the sinner's wounds!
The streams thereof are rich and free;
And why, my soul, why not for thee?

Thus Jesus came the poor to bless,
To clothe them with his righteousness;
The robe is spotless, full, and free;
And why, my soul, why not for thee?

Eternal life by Christ is given,
And ruined rebels raised to heaven,
Then sing of grace so rich and free,
And say, my soul, why not for thee?