Hymns, Selected and Original ‎#237

237. I saw, beyond the tomb

1 I saw, beyond the tomb,
The awful Judge appear,
Prepar'd to scan with strict account,
My blessings wasted here.

2 His wrath like flaming fire,
Burn'd to the lowest hell--
And in that hopeless world of wo,
He bade my spirit dwell.

3 Ye sinners, fear the Lord,
While yet 'tis call'd today;
Soon will the awful voice of death
Command your souls away.

4 Soon will the harvest close--
The summer soon be o'er--
And soon, your injur'd, angry God
Will hear your prayers no more.

Text Information

• First Line: I saw, beyond the tomb
• Meter: S. M.
• Publication Date: 1828
• Scripture:
  Jeremiah 8:20
• Topic: Holy Spirit: The certaintiy of death and Judgment; The harvest is past

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