My former hopes are fled, 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 nigh, and Vengeance at the door
Vengeance at the door, 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 glimmering from afar
A beam of day that shines for me, to save me from despair.
Save me from despair, save me from despair
Forerunner of the sun, it marks the pilgrim's way
I'll gaze upon it while I run, and watch the rising day
Forerunner of the sun, it marks the pilgrim's way;
I'll gaze upon it while I run, and watch the rising day
Watch the rising day, watch the rising day
