1 Can thoughtless sinners hope for Heav’n?
Can unbelievers dwell at ease?
No real ground of hope is given,
No promise made to such as these.
2 Would they the gate celestial force?
A flaming sword shall guard the way:
Satan shall stop them in their course,
And eager seize his captive prey.
3 Heav’n from their vain attacks secure,
Shall still enjoy a settled peace:
Nor will a righteous God endure
Such daring rebels near His face.
4 Shut out from bliss, and bound in chains
Of heavy guilt, the traitors lie:
Deluged in wrath, enclosed in flames,
Dying they live, and living die.
5 Jesus, who art the Lord of all,
Oh let me Thy salvation see:
And when this earthly building fall,
Take my departing soul to Thee.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #15658