Trembling Solicitude

Verse 1

My former hopes are fled, My terror now begins; I feel, alas! that I am dead In trespasses and sins.

Verse 2

Ah! whither shall I fly? I hear the thunder roar; The law proclaims destruction nigh, And vengeance at the door.

Verse 3

When I review my ways, I dread impending doom Until a friendly whisper says "Flee from the wrath to come."