Hymnal: The Christian Hymn-Book
Date: 1815
Compiler: John Thompson et al
Publisher/Printer: Looker and Wallace
First Line: Stop poor sinner stop and think
Topic: Judgement
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Tune:
Hymn Number: 217
Page Number: 192, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsSTOP, poor sinner, stop and think
Before you farther go:
Will you sport upon the brink
Of everlasting woe
Once again I charge you stop,
For unless you warning take,
Ere you are aware, you'll drop
Into the burning lake!
Say, Have you and arm like God,
That you his will oppose?
Fear you not that iron rod
With which he breaks his foes?
Can you stand in that dread day,
When he judgement shall proclaim?
And the earth shall melt away
Like wax before the flame?
Pale-fac'd death will quickly come,
And drag you to his bar;
Then to hear your awful doom,
Will fill you with despair;
All your sins will round you crowd,
Sins of a blood-crimson dye;
Each for vengeance crying loud;
And what can you reply?
Though your heart be made of steel,
Your forehead lin'd with brass;
Got at length will make you feel,
He will not let you pass;
Sinners then in vain will call,
(Tho' they now despise his grace)
Rocks and mountains on us fall,
And hide us from his face.
But as yet there is a hope,
You may his mercy know;
Tho' his arm is lifted up,
He still forbears the blow;
'Twas for sinners Jesus di'd,
Sinners he invites to come;
None that come shall be deni,d,
He says "There still is room."