I Yea, my tears refuse to flow,

Ah, the trembling of that day,

Ah, the terror, and the dread;

When the heavens are rolled away,

And the Judge of quick and dead

In the judgement shall not fail; --

Who shall not his sin bewail?

Spare me, Lord, Thy creature spare,

When to judgement I am borne;

I have sinned, but, Lord forbear,

Every sin I humbly mourn;

Thou alone art sinless! Save:

Grant the mercy that I crave.

Yea, my tears refuse to flow,

True repentance I have none; --

Were I contrite, I should know

All the evil I have done;

In my blindness mercy give,

Speak the word and I shall live.