I Saw Beyond the Tomb

Verse 1

I saw, beyond the tomb, The awful Judge appear, Prepar'd to scan with strict account, My blessings wasted here.

Verse 2

His wrath like flaming fire, Burn'd to the lowest hell-- And in that hopeless world of wo, He bade my spirit dwell.

Verse 3

Ye sinners, fear the Lord, While yet 'tis call'd today; Soon will the awful voice of death Command your souls away.

Verse 4

Soon will the harvest close-- The summer soon be o'er-- And soon, your injur'd, angry God Will hear your prayers no more.