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. | The Cyber Hymnal #9542 |