Let Unbelievers, Void of Grace

Let un­be­liev­ers

void of grace

Tremble at death’s alarms;

Fearless we meet its cold em­brace

With Je­sus in our arms.

What tho’ the ene­my should spread

His ter­rors all abroad;

Shall that the ob­ject be of dread

Which brings us home to God.

Dismissed from clay

the spir­it flies

And near its Sav­ior shines;

The lep­rous house de­mol­ished lies

And dust our dust re­fines.

Death

death is yours

ye saints pro­claim

The tri­umphs of your Lord;

Jesus! oh may the sac­red name

Be loved

rev­ered

ad­ored!