Sinner, art thou still secure?

Wilt thou still refuse to pray?

Can thy heart or hands endure

In the Lord’s avenging day?

See his mighty arm made bare!

Awful terrors clothe his brow!

For his judgment now prepare,

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 coming may abide?

You that glory in your shame,

Will you find a place to hide

When the world is wrapt in flame?

3 Then the great, the rich, the wise,

Trembling, guilty, self-condemned,

Must behold the wrathful eyes

Of the Judge they once blasphemed.

Where are now their haughty looks?

O! their horror and despair,

When they see the opened books,

And their dreadful sentence hear!

4 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.

Let us now our days improve,

Listen to the gospel voice;

Seek the things that are above;

Scorn the world’s pretended joys.