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1 My Thoughts on awful Subjects roll,
Damnation and the Dead,
What Horrors seize the guilty Soul
Upon a dying Bed!
2 Lingering about these mortal Shores,
She makes a long delay;
'Till, like a Flood with rapid Force
Death sweeps the Wretch away.
3 Then swift and dreadful she descends
Down to the fiery Coast,
Amongst abominable Fiends,
Herself a frightful Ghost.
4 There endless Crowds of Sinners lie,
And Darkness makes their Chains;
Tortur'd with keen Despair, they Cry,
Yet wait for fiercer Pain.
5 Not all their Anguish and their Blood,
For their old guilt atones,
Nor the Compassion of a GOD
Shall hearken to their Groans.
6 Amazing Grace, that kept my Breath,
Nor bid my Soul remove,
'Till I had learn'd my Saviour's Death,
And well insur'd his Love!
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First Line: | My Thoughts on awful Subjects roll |
Title: | The Death of a Sinner |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1774 |
Notes: | Errata: St. 4, last line, "Pain" should be "Pains" |