Life and immortal joys are giv'n

To souls that mourn the sins they've done;

Children of wrath made heirs of heav'n

By faith in God's eternal Son.

Woe to the wretch that never felt

The inward pangs of pious grief,

But adds to all his crying guilt

The stubborn sin of unbelief!

The law condemns the rebel dead,

Under the wrath of God he lies;

He seals the curse on his own head,

And with a double vengeance dies.