1 My former hopes are fled,
My terror now begins;
I feel, alas! that I am dead
In trespasses and sins.
2 Ah, whither shall I fly?
I hear the thunder roar;
The law proclaims destruction nigh,
And vengeance at the door.
3 when I review my ways,
I dread impending doom;
But sure a friendly whisper says,
"Flee from the wrath to come."
4 I see, or think I see,
A glimm'ring from afar;
A beam of day that sines for me,
To save me from despair.
5 Forerunner of the sun,
It marks the pilgrim's way;
I'll gaze upon it while I run,
And watch the rising day.
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First Line: | My former hopes are fled |
Meter: | S. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
Topic: | Conviction; Penitence of the awakened sinner: Penitence |