1 Sinner, that slumb’rest on the brink
Of hell’s devouring lake,
O think on death, on judgment think;
What mean’st thou, sleeper? Wake.
2 Soon shall the Lord Himself descend,
The clouds before Him driv’n:
A sudden shout the earth shall rend,
And shake the powers of Heaven.
3 Myriads of angels bright shall wait,
His orders to obey;
And ransomed saints triumphant meet,
As bright and blest as they.
4 The King shall send His summons forth,
His messenger shall speed,
From east and west, from south and north,
To cite the quick and dead.
5 But, ah! what pale, what ghastly looks!
When guilty wretches come,
To hear from God’s unerring books,
Their just tho’ dreadful doom!
6 Convinced of every wanton word,
Of every daring sin,
Of speeches hard against the Lord,
And thoughts and acts unclean.
7 Save us, O Jesus, by Thy death,
And cleanse us in Thy blood;
Give us to live and die in faith,
And wait the trump of God.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #10014
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