1 Is there a world of bitter woe,
And never ending pain;
Where tears of deepest anguish flow
For ever—but in vain?
2 And it is written in the Word
Of God, who cannot lie,
That sinners who deny the Lord,
Must go there when they die?
3 O then, what more than madness reigns
Amongst our guilty race!
Love we to dwell in burning pains,
Beyond the reach of grace;
4 Where God shall bid His vengeance fall,
His terrors still increase;
And hope, that whispers peace to all,
Shall never whisper peace?
5 Dare we the word of truth despise,
The wrath of God defy?
And proudly scorning to be wise,
In sin and ruin lie?
6 Lord, teach my stubborn heart to feel
The wonders of Thy love;
Ere the last trumpet’s solemn peal
Sounds through the vault above;
7 O may I learn, while yet brief space
Thy mercy doth afford;
To trust the promise of Thy grace,
And live upon Thy Word:
8 So shall that voice which wakes the dead,
And tells of judgment near,
Which fills a guilty world with dread,
Be music to mine ear.
9 So shall I rest from sorrow free,
My fears and trials o’er;
So pass through life’s tempestuous sea
Safe to the happy shore.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #9542
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|The Cyber Hymnal #9542||Is There A World Of Bitter Woe?||Is there a world of bitter woe||CROWLE||William H. Bathurst||CM||<cite>Psalms and Hymns</cite>, 1831|