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