1. Sinner, is thy heart at rest?
2. Can this world afford thee bliss?
Is thy bosom void of fear?
Can it chase away thy gloom?
Art thou not by guilt oppressed?
Flattering, false, and vain it is;
Speaks not conscience in thine ear?
Tremble at the worldling's doom.

3. Think, O sinner, on thy end;
See the judgment day appear!
Thither must thy spirit wend;
There thy righteous sentence hear.

4. Wretched, ruined, helpless soul,
To a Saviour's blood apply;
It alone can make thee whole;
Fly to Jesus, sinner, fly!