Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) ‎#XXX

XXX. The Death of a Sinner

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,
Among abominable fiends,
Herself a frightful ghost.

4 There endless crouds of sinners lie,
And darkness makes their chains;
Tortur'd with keen despair, they cry,
Yet wait for fiercer pains.

5 Not all their anguish and their blood,
For their old guilt attones;
Nor the compassion of a God
Shall hearken to their groans.

6 Amazing grace, which kept my breath,
Nor bid my soul remove
'Till I had learn'd my Saviour's death,
And well insur'd his love!

Text Information

• First Line: My thoughts on awful subjects roll
• Title: The Death of a Sinner
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1786

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