Flee to the Refuge

There’s an aw­ful day that’s com­ing

Soon we’ll feel the judg­ment shock;

Then

poor sin­ner

seek a re­fuge

In the Ev­er­last­ing Rock.

Come

poor sin­ner

get sal­va­tion

Ere all hope has fled away;

Heed the warn­ing

flee for re­fuge

Come to Je­sus

come to­day.

O’er thy head thy sins are form­ing

Into clouds of threat­en­ing storm;

Hear the an­gry thun­ders roll­ing

Soon the woe­ful blast will come.

Stop

poor sin­ner

mad­ly heap­ing

Wrath against the day of wrath;

At thy hor­ror and thy weep­ing

Frowning judg­ment will but laugh.

Soon thy heart will stop its beat­ing

Death

a sull­en

aw­ful flood

End thy days so short and fleet­ing;

Quickly

sin­ner

come to God.

Sinner

in this ve­ry mo­ment

Ere the bil­lows sweep away

Grieved and slight­ed hopes of Heav­en

Flee for re­fuge while you may.