The fearful, and unbelieving, and the abominable, and murderers, and whoremongers, and sorcerers, and idolaters, and all liars, shall have their part in the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone: which is the second death. Revelation 21:8
Vain man, thy fond pursuits forbear—
Repent, thine end is nigh;
Death at the farthest can’t be far:
Oh! think before thou die.
Reflect, thou hast a soul to save;
Thy sins, how high they mount!
What are thy hopes beyond the grave?
How stands that dark account?
Death enters, and there’s no defense;
His time there’s none can tell;
He’ll in a moment call thee hence,
To Heaven, or to hell.
Thy flesh, perhaps thy greatest care,
Shall crawling worms consume;
But, ah! destruction stops not there;
Sin kills beyond the tomb.
Today, the Gospel calls, today,
Sinners, it speaks to you;
Let every one forsake his way,
And mercy will ensue.
Rich mercy, dearly bought with blood,
How vile soe’er he be;
Abundant pardon, peace with God,
All giv’n entirely free.