View the Expiring Saint!

View the ex­pir­ing saint!

When out­ward com­forts cease

God is his all suf­fi­cient help

And gives him in­ward peace.

Varied his course has been

With ma­ny clouds o’ercast;

Though oft dis­tressed with doubts and fears

He con­quers all at last.

With grate­ful heart he views

What grace for him has done

Yet for ac­cept­ance he de­pends

On Je­sus’ blood alone.

Not so the man pro­fane

Most aw­ful is his close;

Despairing

in the grave he sinks

Amidst fore­bod­ing woes.

The death­less worm shall gnaw

The quench­less fire con­sume

And wrath in all its dire­ful forms

Is his eter­nal doom.