Sinner, art thou still secure?

1Sinner, art thou still secure?
Wilt thou still refuse to pray?
Can thy heart or hands endure
In the Lord's avenging day?

2At his presence nature shakes;
Earth affrighted hastes to flee;
Solid mountains melt like wax;
What will then become of thee?

3Who his advent may abide?
You that glory in your shame,
Will you find a place to hide,
When the world is wrapped in flame?