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8. My former hopes are dead

Hymn 8

My former hopes are dead, My terror now begins; I feel, alas! that I am dead In trespasses and sins.

Ah, whither shall I fly? I hear the thunder roar The law proclaims destruction , And vengeance at the door.

When I review my ways, I dread impending doom; But sure, a friendly whisper says, “Flee from the wrath to come.”

I see, or think I see, A glimm’ring from afar; A beam of day that shines for me, To save me from despair.

Fore–runner of the sun, It marks the Pilgrim’s way; I’ll gaze upon it while I run, And watch the rising day.