1 My thoughts on awful subjects roll,
Damnation and the dead;
What horrors seize the guilty soul
Upon a dying bed.
2 Lingering about these mortal shores
She makes a long delay,
'Till, like a flood, with rapid force,
Death sweeps the wretch away!
3 Then, swift and dreadful, she descends
Down to the firey coast,
Among abominable fiends,
Herself a frightful ghost.
4 There endless crouds of sinners lie,
And darkness makes their chains;
Tortur'd with keen despair, they cry,
Yet wait for fiercer pains.
5 Not all their anguish and their blood,
For their old guilt atones;
Nor the compassion of a God
Shall hearken to their groans.
6 Amazing grace, which kept my breath,
Nor bid my soul remove,
'Till I had learn'd my Saviour's death,
And well insur'd his love!
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First Line: | My thoughts on awful subjects roll |
Title: | The Death of a Sinner |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1785 |