Hymn 2:02 [My Thoughts On Awful Subjects Roll]

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Title:     Hymn 2:02 [My Thoughts On Awful Subjects Roll]
Author: Isaac Watts [More Titles by Watts]

The death of a sinner.

My thoughts on awful subjects roll,
Damnation and the dead;
What horrors seize the guilty soul
Upon a dying bed!

Lingering about these mortal shores,
She makes a long delay,
Till like a flood with rapid force
Death sweeps the wretch away.

Then swift and dreadful she descends
Down to the fiery coast,
Amongst abominable fiends,
Herself a frightful ghost.

There endless crowds of sinners lie,
And darkness makes their chains;
Tortur'd with keen despair they cry,
Yet wait for fiercer pains.

Not all their anguish and their blood
For their old guilt atones,
Nor the compassions of a God
Shall hearken to their groans.

Amazing grace, that kept my breath,
Nor bid my soul remove,
Till I had learn'd my Saviour's death,
And well insur'd his love!

[The end]
Isaac Watts's poem: Hymn 2:02 [my Thoughts On Awful Subjects Roll]

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