CCIII. An awakened sinner lamenting his past security

1 Alas! alas how blind I've been,
How little of myself I've seen!
Sprotive I sail'd the sensual tide,
Thoughtless of God whom I defy'd.

2 I heard of heav'n, I heard of hell,
Where bliss and woe eternal dwell;
But mock'd the threats of truth divine,
And scorn'd the place where angels shine.

3 My angry heart refus'd the blood
Of a descending, suffering God;
And guilty passion boldly broke
The holy law which heav'n had spoke.

4 Th' alluring world control'd my choice,
When conscience spoke, I hush'd its voice,
Securely laugh'd along the road,
Which hapless millions first had trod.

5 Now the almighty God comes near,
And makes me shake with awful fear;
His terrors all my strength exhaust,
My fear grows high, my peace is lost.

6 With keen remorse I feel my wound,
And seem to hear the dreadful sound,
"Depart from me, thou wretch undone,
Go reap thy sin, and fell my frown."

7 Thus ends my mirthful thoughtless life,
Fill'd up with folly, guilt and strife;
Perhaps I sink to endless pain,
Nor hear the voice of joy again.

Text Information
First Line: Alas, alas how blind I've been
Title: An awakened sinner lamenting his past security
Meter: L. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1799
Topic: Sinner: Awakened; Sinner: Lamenting his security
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