Verse 1
Tremendous doom, when God the just
Leaves to themselves the slaves of sin!
When nothing now obstructs their lust,
With joy they let the tempter in,
And lo, the long-sought means they find
To perpetrate the ill design’d.
Verse 2
The blackest crimes I should have done,
Hadst Thou not hedg’d about my way,
With-held my soul by ways unknown,
Stood by me in the evil day,
Oppos’d the violence of my will,
And mortified my lust to kill.
Verse 3
Forever be thy grace ador’d,
Which would not give me up to die
Like the old murtherer of my Lord;
Thy saving name I magnify,
And humbled into nothing own
The difference made by grace alone.