Their wailing sounds was horrible,—dreadful oaths were said and sung,
Thousands prayed for water, to cool their parching tongues!
Again I cast my poor eyes up, and there among the best,
I saw all those I loved on earth lay on their Saviour’s breast;
Something whispered in my ear—repent—it’s not too late,
And pointing to the abyss below—such is the blasphemer’s fate.
The vision changed to Heaven’s gate, so beautiful and bright,
God waiting for the Judgment Day sat on his Throne of Light;
I thought that I was there forgiven in this most beauteous land,
And with my little family I stood at His right hand.