Pale Horse Doom

And must You perish in Your blood, A wretched soul that knows not God, A child of Satan You! Your foes, and fears, and sins prevail; Arrested by the pains of hell, Where is your refuge now? Caught in the coils of death you are, All unrenewed and foul your heart, And filled with guilty fear: See there! the king of fears is come! Prepare to meet your instant doom, Before your God appear. Vain are your tears and late remorse; The tyrant sits on his pale horse, Devourer of mankind; Attended by a ghastly train, Sorrow, astonishment, and pain, And Hell comes close behind. Ready to pierce your trembling heart, The grisly terror shakes his dart, And Hell expects its prey! Ready a troop of devils stands To take you from the monster’s hands, And hurry you away. What hope, or help remains for you? Poor desperate soul, and can it be That you should mercy find? Ask Him, who spilt His precious blood, To buy, and bring you back to God, To ransom all mankind. Call, on the name of Jesus call, Ask if He did not die for all, That all might turn and live? Call on Him in this latest hour; Hell is not readier to devour, Than Jesus to forgive. Sufficient is His grace for you; Straitened for time He cannot be; Your dying groan He hears; Jesus is mighty to redeem; A day, a moment’s space with Him Is as a thousand years. Call on Him, and He yet will save: “Redeem my spirit from the grave, The gulf that yawns beneath; Jesus, reverse my fearful doom, O snatch me from the wrath to come, The everlasting death. “Sprinkle Your blood upon my heart; One drop, if You the grace impart, Removes my guilty load, From every spot of sin set free; Speak all-atoning blood for me, Cry in the ears of God! Father, if now You hear it cry, Now let it in my heart reply, And show my sins forgiven; You can—You do—this moment save: It's finished! I my passport have— Lead on, lead on to Heaven!