1 An awful day draws near;
A storm of wrath must fall:
O, how shall those I love appear
Before the Judge of all!
2 The path of death they choose;
And boldly walk therein;
My soul with deepest sorrow views
Their danger and their sin.
3 Careless they press the brink
Of infinite despair;
Can I endure to see them sink
In hopeless ruin there?
4 I pour unceasing tears;
By day and night I cry;
Almighty Father, hear my prayers,
Nor let these sinners die.Source: The Cyber Hymnal #7995