Scripture Verse

The rock of my strength, and my refuge, is in God. Psalm 62:7


Daniel S. Warner (1842–1895)

Words: Da­ni­el S. War­ner, An­thems from the Throne (Grand Junc­tion, Mi­chi­gan: Gos­pel Tru­mpet, 1888), num­ber 7.

Music: Mar­ma­ra An­drew L. By­ers, Sal­va­tion Ech­oes (An­der­son, In­di­ana: Gos­pel Trum­pet, 1900), num­ber 191 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Andrew L. Byers (1869–1952)


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.