1 O sinner, mark thy fate!
Soon will the Judge appear,
And then thy cries will come too late
Too late for God to hear.

2 The day of mercy gone,
The Spirit grieved away,
The cup, long filling, now o'erflown,
Demands the vengeful day.

3 Thy God, insulted, seems
To draw his glittering sword;
And o'er thy guilty head it gleams,
To vindicate his word.

4 One only hope I see;
O sinner, seize it now;
The blood that Jesus shed for thee!
No other hope hast thou.