Scripture Verse

Get you out of this place; for the Lord will destroy this city. Genesis 19:14


William Hunter (1811–1877)

Words: Will­iam Hunt­er, Se­lect Me­lo­dies (Cin­cin­na­ti, Ohio: Me­tho­dist Book Con­cern, 1843).

Music: Vox Di­lec­ti John B. Dykes, 1868 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Lot and His Family
Peter Paul Rubens (1577–1640)


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


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.


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


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.


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


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