How great was So­dom’s sin,
When God, so good and kind,
Must burn the place, and peo­ple, too,
Nor leave one thing be­hind!
O! how could Lot, who saw God’s grace,
Take part in such a wick­ed place?

But Ab­ram was not there,
He loved the Lord too well;
He heard the God of glo­ry call,
And there he would not dwell.
He trust­ed God—and God was more
To Ab­ram than all So­dom’s store.

And when the dread­ful day
Of So­dom’s judg­ment came,
And Lot, who lin­gered in the scene,
Was pulled from out the flame.
Then Ab­ram stood with God apart,
And heard the sec­rets of His heart.

And you, my child, He calls
His glo­ry home to share,
To know and fol­low Him while here,
And live with Him up there.
Hark! how he calls—O, lin­ger not,
Nor love this wick­ed world like Lot.

O, list­en to His voice,
And trust in His great love;
Down to your lit­tle heart it comes,
From His great heart ab­ove,
To make you free from all the sin,
And ho­ly, happy, safe with Him.