Through time I am passing: eternity’s years Will claim me ere long for their own! I cannot forget it, nor banish my fears, While facing the future unknown.
Refrain: Oh, what will it be to be lost?— With God’s awful wrath on my soul, With demons to make my abode in that lake, While ages unending shall roll.
Beyond me is darkness, but dimly I see Grim specters and terrors arise, Eclipsing the rainbow of hope unto me, That shines for the saved in the skies.
When time shall be ended, the earth fled away, The heavens depart as a scroll, The judgment shall open upon that great day— Oh, how shall it be with my soul?
Must I, when God’s mercy forever is past, Despairingly go to my doom, And find by neglecting I’ve missed it at last— In heaven for me is no room?