Because iniquity shall multiply and spread,
Like shadows creeping where the righteous trod,
The love of many, once so warmly fed,
Will grow as cold as winter’s iron rod.

Lawlessness abounds in every street and hall,
Defiance reigns where once obedience stood;
Men call the evil good, the good they call
Foul wrong, and trample mercy in the mud.

Compassion fades, suspicion takes its place,
Hearts harden fast amid the rising tide;
Betrayal whispers in each darkened face,
And selfless care is cast forever aside.

Yet in this frost a faithful remnant gleams,
Whose love endures, though all the world grow dim;
They cling to truth through tribulation’s dreams,
And wait the dawn when Christ shall vanquish sin.

For he who stands unto the end shall find
Salvation sure, though tempests rage and roar—
The love that warms the soul and frees the mind
Shall burn eternal when the age is o’er