Sinner, is Thy Heart at Rest?
(Jared Bell Waterbury, 1799-1876)
Sinner, is thy heart at rest?
Is thy bosom void of fear?
Art thou not by guilt oppress’d?
Speaks not conscience in thine ear?
Can this world afford thee bliss?
Can it chase away thy gloom?
Flatt’ring, false, and vain it is:--
Tremble at the worldling’s doom.
Think, O sinner, on thine end;
See the judgment-day appear!
Thither must thy spirit wend;
There thy righteous sentence hear.
Wretched, ruin’d, helpless soul,
To a Savior’s blood apply;
He alone can make thee whole;
Fly to Jesus, --sinner, fly!