1 View the expiring saint!
When outward comforts cease,
God is his all sufficient help,
And gives him inward peace.
2 Varied his course has been,
With many clouds o’ercast;
Though oft distressed with doubts and fears,
He conquers all at last.
3 With grateful heart he views
What grace for him has done,
Yet for acceptance he depends
On Jesus’ blood alone.
4 Not so the man profane,
Most awful is his close;
Despairing, in the grave he sinks,
Amidst foreboding woes.
5 The deathless worm shall gnaw,
The quenchless fire consume,
And wrath in all its direful forms
Is his eternal doom.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #16257