1 Sinner, are you still secure?
Wilt thou still refuse to pray?
Can thy heart or hands endure
In the Lord's avenging day?
See his mighty arm is bar'd!
Awful terrors clothe his brow!
For his judgment stand prepar'd,
Thou must either break or bow.

2 At his presence nature shakes,
Earth affrighted hastes to flee;
Solid mountains melt like wax,
What will then become of thee?
Who his advent may abide?
You that glory in your shame,
Will you find a place to hide
When the world is wrapp'd in flame.

3 Then the great, the rich, the wise,
Trembling, guilty, self-condemn'd
Must behold the wrathful eyes
Of the Judge they once blasphem'd;
Where are now their haughty looks,
Oh, their horror and despair!
When they see the open'd books,
And their dreadful sentence hear.

4 Lord, prepare us by thy grace!
Soon we must resign our breath;
And our souls be call'd to pass
Thro' the iron gate of death:
Let us now our day improve,
Listen to the gospel voice;
Seek the things that are above
Scorn the world's pretended joys.

5 Oh! when flesh and heart shall fail,
Let thy love our spirits cheer;
Strengthen'd thus, we shall prevail
Over Satan, sin and fear;
Trusting in thy precious name,
May we thus our journey end:
Then our foes shall lose their aim,
And the judge will be our friend.