Tribulation

Lyrics

Death, ’tis a melancholy day
To those who have no God,
When the poor soul is forced away,
To seek her last abode.

In vain to heav’n she lifts her eyes,
For guilt, a heavy chain,
Still drags her downward from the skies,
To darkness, fire, and pain.

Awake and mourn, ye heirs of hell,
Let stubborn sinners fear;
You must be driv’n from earth, and dwell,
A long forever there.

See how the pit gapes wide for you,
And flashes in your face;
And thou, my soul, look downward too,
And sing recovering grace.