Hymns, Selected and Original ‎#240

240. Stop, poor sinners, stop and think

1 Stop, poor sinners, stop and think,
Before you farther 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 ye drop
Into the burning lake.

2 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,
And the earth shall melt away
Like wax before the flame?

3 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?

4 Tho' your heart were 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,
Those who now despise his grace,
"Rocks and mountains on us fall,
And hide us from his face."

Text Information

• First Line: Stop, poor sinners, stop and think
• Meter: P. M.
• Publication Date: 1828
• Topic: Holy Spirit: The certaintiy of death and Judgment; The Alarm

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