Woe, woe to the sinner who lives in his sin

1 Wo, wo to the sinner, who lives in his sin;
Unrighteous without, and unholy within:
Each thought of his heart, and each look of his eye,
Is tainted with sin, and his doom is to die, and his doom is to die.

2 Wo, wo to the sinner; his hopes, bright but vain,
Will turn to despair, and his pleasures to pain;
To whom in the day of distress will he fly?
Forsaken of God--and his doom is to die.

3 Wo, wo to the sinner; his deeds of dark night
Shall all be reveal'd by eternity's light;
Like spectres of horror shall each meet his eye;
Too late then to pray--for his doom is to die.

4 Wo, wo to the sinner, who lives at his ease,
Expecting long years of enjoyment and peace;
His barns he may build, and his hopes may be high,
But God hath declared that his doom is to die.

5 Wo, wo to the sinner in gaudy array,
Who feasts in profusion from day unto day;
For water, alas! soon in vain will he cry,
Tormented in flames--for his doom is to die.

6 Wo, wo to the sinner, who will not repent;
To hell shall his sin-burden'd spirit be sent;
For ever in that fearful prison to lie,
No hope for him there;--oh! his doom is to die.


Source: The Minstrel of Zion: a book of religious songs, accompanied with appropriate music, chiefly original #77