Hymnal: The Christian Hymn Book
Date: 1865
Compiler: Alexander Campbell
Publisher/Printer: Central Book Concern
First Line: Stop poor sinner stop and think
Topic: The Gospel/Invitations
Writer: <no first name given> Newton
Composer:
Meter: 7s 6s and 7s
Tune:
Hymn Number: 317
Page Number: 197, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsStop, poor sinner, stop and think,
Before you further go;
Will you sport upon the brink
Of everlasting wo!
On the verge of ruin stop --
Now the friendly warning take --
Stay your footsteps -- ere you drop
Into the burning lake.
Say, have you an arm like God,
That you his will oppose?
Fear ye not that iron rod
With which he breaks his foes?
Can you stand in that dread day,
Which his justice shall proclaim,
When the earth shall melt away
Like wax before the flame?
Ghastly 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 --
You shall mark their crimson dye, --
Each for vengeance crying loud;
And what can you reply?
Though your heart were made of steel,
Your forehead lined with brass,
God at length will make you feel;
He will not let you pass;
Sinners then in vain will call,
Those who now despise his grace --
"Rocks and mountains, on us fall,
And hide us from his face."