The Sinners Dream

Words: English Traditional

Music: English Traditional

Meter: 8686

Source: G. Walters, A Good Christmas Box (Dudley: G. Walters, 1847; reprinted Ashley: Michael Raven, 2007), p. 7.

One night as slumbering I lay,
Myself alone in bed,
A very strange and fearful dream,
Came then into my head.

Me thought the day of judgment,
A most awful to behold,
Was calm, and Christ was there,
To judge both old and young.

But as I quaking lay for fear,
Not knowing what to do,
The mercy of our Savior Christ,
In faith. I trusted to.

Myself, was sent for then.
By sound of trumpet shrill,
And every soul was ordered near.
The his sentence good or ill.

Then Satan came. I thought,
And said I was his own,
He would have born me, vents,
My sins so great were grown.

Oh! Satan, said our Lord,
Do thou look in a vice strife,
Whether this sender's name.
The not in the book of life.

But if his name be entered,
Then surely he is blessed;
His sins. I've washed away,
His soul with me shall rest.

Then Satan took the book,
And did it leaf by leaf unfold,
Until he found the sender's name,
In letters lined with gold.

Then Satan sorrow did much,
At the unexpected site,
And told our blessed Savior Christ,
His judgment was not right.

Oh, hellish Satan, said our Lord,
Thou knowest full well I died,
To save repentant sinners, souls,
Not overthrown by pride.

Then, since his name is entered,
Then surely he is blessed,
Is since I've washed away,
And his soul with me shall rest.

Then Satan sorrow, much.
That he had lost his pray.
And previously he's asked was,
So vanished clean away.

God bless the rulers of this house,
And send them along to rain,
With health, wealth, and prosperity,
God's gospel to maintain.

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