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1 Alas! alas how blind I've been,
How little of myself I've seen!
Sprotive I sail'd the sensual tide,
Thoughtless of God whom I defy'd.
2 I heard of heav'n, I heard of hell,
Where bliss and woe eternal dwell;
But mock'd the threats of truth divine,
And scorn'd the place where angels shine.
3 My angry heart refus'd the blood
Of a descending, suffering God;
And guilty passion boldly broke
The holy law which heav'n had spoke.
4 Th' alluring world control'd my choice,
When conscience spoke, I hush'd its voice,
Securely laugh'd along the road,
Which hapless millions first had trod.
5 Now the almighty God comes near,
And makes me shake with awful fear;
His terrors all my strength exhaust,
My fear grows high, my peace is lost.
6 With keen remorse I feel my wound,
And seem to hear the dreadful sound,
"Depart from me, thou wretch undone,
Go reap thy sin, and fell my frown."
7 Thus ends my mirthful thoughtless life,
Fill'd up with folly, guilt and strife;
Perhaps I sink to endless pain,
Nor hear the voice of joy again.
| Text Information | |
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| First Line: | Alas, alas how blind I've been |
| Title: | An awakened sinner lamenting his past security |
| Meter: | L. M. |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1799 |
| Topic: | Sinner: Awakened; Sinner: Lamenting his security |
| Notes: | Public Domain. |