When a black overspreading cloud Has dark’ned all the air; And peals of thunder roaring loud Proclaim the tempest near. | Then guilt and fear, the fruits of sin, The sinner oft pursue; A louder storm is heard within, And conscience thunders too. | The law a fiery language speaks, His danger he perceives; Like Satan, who his ruin seeks, He trembles and believes. | But when the sky serene appears, And thunders roll no more; He soon forgets his vows and fears, Just as he did before. | But whither shall the sinner flee, When nature’s mighty frame, The pond’rous earth, and air, and sea, 2Pet 3:10 Shall all dissolve in flame? | Amazing day! it comes apace! The Judge is hasting down! Will sinners bear to see his face, Or stand before his frown? | Lord, let thy mercy find a way To touch each stubborn heart That they may never hear thee say, “Ye cursed ones depart.” | Believers, you may well rejoice! The thunders loudest strains Should be to you a welcome voice, That tells you, “JESUS REIGNS!” | |