The rock of my strength, and my refuge, is in God. Psalm 62:7
There’s an awful day that’s coming,
Soon we’ll feel the judgment shock;
Then, poor sinner, seek a refuge
In the Everlasting Rock.
Come, poor sinner, get salvation
Ere all hope has fled away;
Heed the warning, flee for refuge,
Come to Jesus, come today.
O’er thy head thy sins are forming
Into clouds of threatening storm;
Hear the angry thunders rolling,
Soon the woeful blast will come.
Stop, poor sinner, madly heaping
Wrath against the day of wrath;
At thy horror and thy weeping,
Frowning judgment will but laugh.
Soon thy heart will stop its beating,
Death, a sullen, awful flood,
End thy days so short and fleeting;
Quickly, sinner, come to God.
Sinner, in this very moment,
Ere the billows sweep away
Grieved and slighted hopes of Heaven,
Flee for refuge while you may.