My Thoughts on Awful Subjects Roll

Verse 1

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

Verse 2

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

Verse 3

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

Verse 4

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

Verse 5

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

Verse 6

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!