Belshazzar

Verse 1

Poor sinners! little do they think With whom they have to do! But stand securely on the brink Of everlasting woe.

Verse 2

Chaldea's king profanely bold, The Lord of Hosts defied. But vengeance soon his boasts controlled, And humbled all his pride.

Verse 3

He saw a hand upon the wall, (And trembled on his throne) Which wrote his sudden dreadful fall In characters unknown.

Verse 4

See him o'erwhelm'd with deep distress! His eyes with anguish roll; His looks and loosened joints express The terrors of his soul.

Verse 5

His pomp, and music, guests and wine, No more delight afford. O sinners, e'er this ease be thine, Begin to seek the Lord.

Verse 6

The law like this hand writing stands, And speaks the wrath of God; But Jesus answers its demands, And cancels it with blood.