Scripture Verse

The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house; yet it did not fall, because it had its foundation on the rock. Matthew 7:25–26

Introduction

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Ernest O. Sellers (1869–1952)

Words: W. W. Pin­son, 1901.

Music: Er­nest O. Sell­ers (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know Pinson’s full name, or where to get a good pho­to of him (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Lyrics

Why build on the san­dy foun­da­tion,
Where tor­rents and tem­pests beat high?
Why hide thy poor soul in the stub­ble
When storms ga­ther fast in the sky?
The sun will not al­ways be shin­ing,
The skies will not al­ways be fair,
And when the blast falls in its fu­ry,
No time then for pur­pose or pray­er.

Refrain

Then, quick to thy re­fuge, to Cal­va­ry fly;
The soul that ne­glects it for­ev­er shall die,
The soul that ne­glects it for­ev­er shall die.

Too long you have tar­ried al­rea­dy,
The morn­ing of life has passed by;
The sea­son of mer­cy is wan­ing,
The sea­son of wrath draw­eth nigh.
No long­er seek rich­es or plea­sure,
But think of how fear­ful the cost,
If all of earth’s stores you gather,
And then be eter­nal­ly lost.

Refrain

O, sweet is the plead­ing of Je­sus,
And great is the love of His heart,
But soon from the throne of His judg­ment
His jus­tice will bid you de­part.
Then hark to the voice of His mer­cy,
While now at the door He stands,
And weeps for your sin and your fol­ly,
And knocks with His nail-pierc­èd hands.

Refrain