Is there a world of bitter woe,
And ne­ver ending pain;
Where tears of deepest anguish flow
For ever—but in vain?

And it is written in the Word
Of God, who cannot lie,
That sinners who deny the Lord,
Must go there when they die?

O then, what more than madness reigns
Amongst our guilty race!
Love we to dwell in burning pains,
Beyond the reach of grace;

Where God shall bid His vengeance fall,
His terrors still increase;
And hope, that whispers peace to all,
Shall ne­ver whisper peace?

Dare we the word of truth despise,
The wrath of God defy?
And proudly scorning to be wise,
In sin and ruin lie?

Lord, teach my stubborn heart to feel
The wonders of Thy love;
Ere the last trumpet’s solemn peal
Sounds through the vault above;

O may I learn, while yet brief space
Thy mercy doth afford;
To trust the promise of Thy grace,
And live upon Thy Word:

So shall that voice which wakes the dead,
And tells of judg­ment near,
Which fills a guilty world with dread,
Be music to mine ear.

So shall I rest from sorrow free,
My fears and trials o’er;
So pass through life’s tempestuous sea
Safe to the happy shore.