Hymnal: Psalms Hymns and Spiritual Songs
Date: 1843
Compiler: A Campbell/ W Scott/ B W Stone/ J T Johnson
Publisher/Printer: A Campbell
First Line: Stop poor sinner stop and think
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: 7 and 6
Tune: Pennsville
Hymn Number: Song 134 (part I)
Page Number: 205 (part I), click to see hymnal pages
LyicsSTOP, poor sinner, stop and think,
Before you farther go!
Will you sport upon the brink
Of everlasting wo?
All your sins will round you crowd,
Sins of a crimson die;
Each for vengeance crying loud,
And what can you reply?
Say, have you an 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 judgment he'll proclaim,
And the earth shall melt away
Like wax before the flame?
Though your hearts be made of steel,
Your forehead lin'd with brass,
God at length will make you feel,
He will not let you pass:
Sinners then in vain will call,
Who 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;
Though his arm be lifted up,
He still forbears the blow:
'Twas for sinners Jesus died,
Sinners he invites to come;
None who come shall be denied,
He says, 'There still is room.'