The Cyber Hymnal ‎#10014

10014. Sinner, That Slumb'rest On The Brink

1 Sinner, that slumb’rest on the brink
Of hell’s devouring lake,
O think on death, on judgment think;
What mean’st thou, sleeper? Wake.

2 Soon shall the Lord Himself descend,
The clouds before Him driv’n:
A sudden shout the earth shall rend,
And shake the powers of Heaven.

3 Myriads of angels bright shall wait,
His orders to obey;
And ransomed saints triumphant meet,
As bright and blest as they.

4 The King shall send His summons forth,
His messenger shall speed,
From east and west, from south and north,
To cite the quick and dead.

5 But, ah! what pale, what ghastly looks!
When guilty wretches come,
To hear from God’s unerring books,
Their just tho’ dreadful doom!

6 Convinced of every wanton word,
Of every daring sin,
Of speeches hard against the Lord,
And thoughts and acts unclean.

7 Save us, O Jesus, by Thy death,
And cleanse us in Thy blood;
Give us to live and die in faith,
And wait the trump of God.

Text Information

• First Line: Sinner, that slumb’rest on the brink
• Title: Sinner, That Slumb'rest On The Brink
• Author: Joseph Hart
• Meter: CM
• Language: English
• Source: Hymns Composed on Various Subjects, 1822
• Copyright: Public Domain

Tune Information

• Name: OLD MARTYRS
• Meter: CM
• Key: F Major
• Source: Psalms (Edinburgh: 1615)
• Copyright: Public Domain