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Hymn #241: My Former Hopes Are Fled

Hymn #240 Hymn #242

The Christian

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241 (S.M.) William Cowper

My former hopes are fled,

My terror now begins;

I feel, alas! that I am dead

In trespasses and sins.

Ah, whither shall I fly?

I hear the thunder roar;

The law proclaims destruction nigh,

And vengeance at the door.

When I review my ways,

I dread impending doom;

But sure a friendly whisper says,

"Flee from the wrath to come."

I see, or think I see,

A glimm'ring from afar;

A beam of day that shines for me,

To save me from despair.

Forerunner of the sun,

It marks the pilgrim's way;

I'll gaze upon it while I run,

And watch the rising day.

Hymn #240 Hymn #242