Sinner se­cure, the writ­ing see!
Death, judg­ment, hell it speaks to thee;
The num­ber of thy days
Is fin­ished in a mo­ment here,
With hor­ror then thou must ap­pear
Before thy judge’s face.

Weighed in the scale, thou want­ing art,
And when thy soul and bo­dy part,
Thy guil­ty spir­it flies
From earth, with kin­dred fiends to dwell,
Condemned the se­cond death to feel,
The death that nev­er dies.