In wisdom’s light ’tis clearly seen how dear its love is bought,
The price though now not realized, must soon be strictly paid.
For this the soul must perish soon, in hopeless ruin laid.
The second death must be endured in anguish and despair;
While you will see the righteous saved, no friend can reach you there.
Oh! loss beyond all losses! Then what profit here to gain
This fleeting world, and call at last for endless life, in vain!
The blood of Jesus set at naught—rejected every call—
The Spirit will be forced to yield, and let God’s vengeance fall.
The wrath of God e’en now impends; and soon you’ll feel its weight.