Sinners, the ci­ty where you dwell
Is doomed to fear­ful woe;
Those dark im­pend­ing clouds fore­tell
The quick des­cend­ing blow.

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Sinners, the hid­ing place is nigh;
The Sav­ior calls—away—
He is the on­ly re­fuge—fly—
There’s dan­ger in de­lay.

Beneath you shall the trem­bling ground
Quake with the wrath of God;
While all above you and around
Shall roll the fie­ry flood.

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Haste from your re­vels and your mirth
And all your car­nal joys;
The day of wrath is burst­ing forth;
Oh! hast­en to be wise.

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Fly to the mount­ain, quick­ly fly;
Nor will your flight be vain;
’Tis God’s own house, and Hea­ven is nigh,
Stay not in all the plain.

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Angels, sweet mes­sen­gers of love,
Lend them your ra­pid wing;
And Thou, good Spir­it from above,
All need­ful suc­cors bring.

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Why do you tar­ry, trem­bling souls?
Haste ere the light­nings blaze;
Fly ere the rum­bling thun­ders call,
Fly to the hid­ing place.

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