Sinner, Art Thou Still Secure?

Sinner

art thou still se­cure?

Wilt thou still re­fuse to pray?

Can thy heart or hands en­dure

In the Lord’s av­eng­ing day?

See

His migh­ty arm is bared!

Awful ter­rors clothe His brow!

For His judg­ment stand pre­pared

Thou must ei­ther break or bow.

At His pre­sence na­ture shakes

Earth af­frighted hastes to flee;

Solid mount­ains melt like wax

What will then be­come of thee?

Who His ad­vent may abide?

You that glo­ry in your shame

Will you find a place to hide

When the world is wrapped in flame?

Then the rich

the great

the wise

Trembling

guil­ty

self con­demned;

Must be­hold the wrath­ful eyes

Of the Judge they once blas­phemed:

Where are now their haugh­ty looks?

Oh their hor­ror and des­pair!

When they see the op­ened books

And their dread­ful sen­tence hear!

Lord

pre­pare us by Thy grace!

Soon we must re­sign our breath

And our souls be called to pass

Through the ir­on gate of death.

Let us now our day im­prove

Listen to the Gos­pel voice;

Seek the things that are above;

Scorn the world’s pre­tend­ed joys.

O! when flesh and heart shall fail

Let Thy love our spir­its cheer;

Strengthened thus

we shall pre­vail

Over Sa­tan

sin and fear.

Trusting in Thy pre­cious name

May we thus our jour­ney end;

Then our foes shall lose their aim

And the Judge will be our friend.