Unless ye believe that I am he, &c

HOw dark is he, how blind,
Who hath a carnal mind?
He hath no peace if he so die,
He none shall ever find.

He that in Christ doth not believe,
Nor in Truth now receive
The offers of his special Grace,
May not his Loss retrieve.

Die in your Sins, Tremble and Fear,
What Man is it can hear
Those words, and find his heart not now
Rent and to pieces tare?

Let's lift thy Name, O Lord, on high,
And make sweet melody;
And so believe and live, that we
In sin may never die.