Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #237 (1828) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 I saw, beyond the tomb,
The awful Judge appear,
Prepar'd to scan with strict account,
My blessings wasted here.
2 His wrath like flaming fire,
Burn'd to the lowest hell--
And in that hopeless world of wo,
He bade my spirit dwell.
3 Ye sinners, fear the Lord,
While yet 'tis call'd today;
Soon will the awful voice of death
Command your souls away.
4 Soon will the harvest close--
The summer soon be o'er--
And soon, your injur'd, angry God
Will hear your prayers no more. Topics: Holy Spirit The certaintiy of death and Judgment; The harvest is past Scripture: Jeremiah 8:20
I saw, beyond the tomb