1 View the ex­pir­ing saint!
When out­ward com­forts cease,
God is his all suf­fi­cient help,
And gives him in­ward peace.

2 Varied his course has been,
With ma­ny clouds o’ercast;
Though oft dis­tressed with doubts and fears,
He con­quers all at last.

3 With grate­ful heart he views
What grace for him has done,
Yet for ac­cept­ance he de­pends
On Je­sus’ blood alone.

4 Not so the man pro­fane,
Most aw­ful is his close;
Despairing, in the grave he sinks,
Amidst fore­bod­ing woes.

5 The death­less worm shall gnaw,
The quench­less fire con­sume,
And wrath in all its dire­ful forms
Is his eter­nal doom.