Sinner, art thou still secure?

Verse 1

Sinner, art thou still secure? Wilt thou still refuse to pray? Can thy heart or hands endure In the Lord's avenging day!

Verse 2

See, his mighty arm is bared! Awful terrors clothe his brow! For his judgment stand prepared, Thou must either break or bow.

Verse 3

At his presence nature shakes, Earth affrighted hastes to flee; Solid mountains melt like wax, What will then become of thee?

Verse 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?

Verse 5

Then the rich, the great, the wise, Trembling, guilty, self-condemned; Must behold the wrathful eyes Of the Judge they once blasphemed.

Verse 6

Where are now their haughty looks, Oh, their horror and despair! When they see the opened books, And their dreadful sentence hear!

Verse 7

Lord, prepare us by thy grace! Soon we must resign our breath; And our souls be called to pass Through the iron gate of death.

Verse 8

Let us now our day improve, Listen to the gospel voice; Seek the things that are above; Scorn the world's pretended joys.