I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me. John 14:6
Words: Benjamin Beddome (1717–1795). Published posthumously in Hymns Adapted to Public Worship (London: Burton & Briggs, 1818), number 399.
Condemnation of the Wicked.
If you know where to get a good picture of Beddome (head & shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
Sinners in vain expect
Among the just t’appear;
God’s threatening word and flaming sword
Forbid an entrance there.
Depart, ye hardened race,
Heav’n’s lofty gates are barred;
Nor can you force a passage through,
Or bribe the watchful guard.
Time was that Jesus spread
His kind inviting arms;
But you rejected all His calls,
And slighted all His charms.
The Savior you despised,
Now dooms you down to hell;
There with confounding horror seized,
ln fiery deeps to dwell.
How will your hearts endure?
How can your hands be strong,
When He shall vengeance take, to whom
All vengeance doth belong.