How Dreadful Is the Sinner’s Fate

How dread­ful is the sin­ner’s fate

Who wakes

to sleep no more

Who knocks and calls

al­as

too late

When death hath shut the door.

But we who now Thy grace im­plore

Shall now ad­mit­ted be

For if Thy jus­tice shuts the door

Thy mer­cy keeps the key.