While he lingered, the men laid hold upon his hand, and upon the hand of his wife, and upon the hand of his two daughters; the Lord being merciful unto him: and they brought him forth, and set him without the city. And it came to pass, when they had brought them forth abroad, that he said, Escape for thy life; look not behind thee, neither stay thou in all the plain; escape to the mountain, lest thou be consumed.@Genesis 19:16-17
The Destruction of Sodom
Gustave Doré (1832-1883)

Benjamin Beddome (1717-1795). Appeared in his posthumous Hymns Adapted to Public Worship (London: Burton and Briggs, 1818), number 333.

York, melody from the Scottish Psalter, 1650, harmony from J. Milton (?-1647) (🔊 pdf nwc).

Benjamin Beddome (1717-1795)

This world is all enchanted ground,
O whither shall I fly?
The vengeful flames are kindling round,
And if I stop, I die.

When some kind hand has brought me forth,
How lingering is my pace!
Lord, either drive me by Thy wrath,
Or draw me by Thy grace.

O let me not a moment waste,
On this destructive plain;
Hence let me flee with greater haste,
Till I the Zoar gain.