|Text:||The Sinner's Fears|
1 Alas! For I have seen the LORD,
With a drawn Sword he stood;
Now might he sheathe it in my Flesh,
And bathe it in my Blood.
2 I've dar'd him with my mighty Sins,
As if he was to slow;
But now he comes both arm'd and girt,
As an enraged Foe.
3 What shall a guilty Sinner do,
When Justice does appear?
O wither shall I flee from him,
Whose Place is ev'ry where?
4 As I can neither stand nor fly,
So neither can I bear
The mighty Hand which grinds the Rocks,
And doth Foundations tare.
5 My pale, my poor, my trembling Soul
Does start at ev'ry Thing;
It hourly fears huge Hosts of Wrath
From this incensed King.
6 Should he but his Commission grant,
All Creatures would engage
Against me as their Foe profess'd,
With an united Rage.
7 My Fears are just; I deserve Hell,
And 'tis my proper hire;
But who can dwell; O! who can dwell
With everlasting Fire?
|First Line:||Alas! For I have seen the LORD|
|Title:||The Sinner's Fears|