1 Sinner, art thou still secure?
Wilt thou still refuse to pray?
Can thy heart or hands endure
In the Lord's avenging day?
2 See, his mighty arm is bar'd!
Awful terrors clothe his brow!
For his judgment stand prepar'd,
Thou must either break or bow.
3 At his presence nature shakes,
Earth affrighted hastes to flee;
Solid mountains melt like wax,
What will then become of thee?
4 Who his advent may abide?
You that glory in your shame,
Will you find a place to hide,
When the world is wrapped in flame?
5 Lord, prepare us by thy grace!
Soon we must resign our breath,
And our souls be call'd to pass
Through the iron gate of death.
6 Let us now our day improve,
Listen to the gospel voice:
Seek the things that are above;
Scorn the world's pretended joys.
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First Line: | Sinner, art thou still secure? |
Meter: | P. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
Topic: | Holy Spirit: The certaintiy of death and Judgment; Sinner, prepare to meet God |