Verse 1
Can sufferings without grace avail
The adamantine heart to move?
A sinner on the verge of hell,
A wretched stranger to thy love
Will louder for his torments cry,
And curse th’ avenging God, and die.
Verse 2
The sufferer without faith or hope
Anticipates his doom below,
Drinks upon earth the dreadful cup
Of dire, unmixt, infernal woe,
And pain unhallow’d, Lord, by Thee,
Expires in endless blasphemy.