See So­dom wrapped in fire!
And hark, what pierc­ing shrieks!
Those dar­ing re­bels now ex­pire,
For God in jus­tice speaks.

O sin­ner, mark thy fate;
Soon will the Judge ap­pear;
And then thy cries will come too late;
Too late for God to hear.

Thy day of mer­cy gone,
The Spir­it grieved away,
Thy cup, long fill­ing, now o’er­flown,
Demands the venge­ful day.

Thy God, in­sult­ed, seems
To draw His glit­ter­ing sword;
And o’er thy guil­ty head it gleams,
To vin­di­cate His Word.

One on­ly hope I see;
O, sin­ner, seize it now—
The blood that Je­sus shed for thee—
No oth­er hope hast thou.