An Awful Day Draws Near

An aw­ful day draws near;

A storm of wrath must fall:

O

how shall those I love ap­pear

Before the Judge of all!

The path of death they choose;

And bold­ly walk there­in;

My soul with deep­est sor­row views

Their dan­ger and their sin.

Careless they press the brink

Of in­fi­nite des­pair;

Can I en­dure to see them sink

In hope­less ru­in there?

I pour un­ceas­ing tears;

By day and night I cry;

Almighty Fa­ther

hear my pray­ers

Nor let these sin­ners die.