My former hopes are fled
1
My former hopes are fled,My terror now begins;I feel, alas! that I am deadIn trespasses and sins.
2
Ah! whither shall I fly?I hear the thunder roar;The law proclaims destruction nigh,And vengeance at the door.
3
When I review my ways,I dread impending doomUntil a friendly whisper says,"Flee from the wrath to come."