When gazing at the tidings I convey.
So is there one who comes to rich and poor,
Expected long, unwelcome though he be;
When death’s loud knock is sounding at my door,
What are the tidings he will bring to me?
The haughty man to great possessions heir,
The selfish man, whose treasure is below,
The selfish man all full of worldly care—
To them his message is of fear and woe.
Bold Sabbath-breakers, scoffers at God’s word,