Hymnal: A Selection of Christian Hymns
Date: 1818
Compiler: Rice Haggard
Publisher/Printer: John Norvell
First Line: Stop poor sinner stop and think
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Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
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Hymn Number: 332
Page Number: 317, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsStop, poor sinner, stop and think,
Before you further go;
Will you sport upon the brink,
Of everlasting wo?
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 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 he judgment shall proclaim?
And the earth shall melt away
Like wax before the flame?
Pale-faced 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 croud,
Sins of a blood-crimson dye;
Each for vengeance crying loud;
And what can you reply!
Tho' your heart be 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,
(Tho' thy 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 died,
Sinners he invites to come;
None that come shall be denied,
He says "There still is room."