Sinner, Art Thou Still Secure?

Prepare to meet God by John Newton


 * 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?
 * O, 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.