Fly to Thy Refuge

Why build on the san­dy foun­da­tion

Where tor­rents and tem­pests beat high?

Why hide thy poor soul in the stub­ble

When storms ga­ther fast in the sky?

The sun will not al­ways be shin­ing

The skies will not al­ways be fair

And when the blast falls in its fu­ry

No time then for pur­pose or pray­er.

Then

quick to thy re­fuge

to Cal­va­ry fly;

The soul that ne­glects it for­ev­er shall die

The soul that ne­glects it for­ev­er shall die.

Too long you have tar­ried al­rea­dy

The morn­ing of life has passed by;

The sea­son of mer­cy is wan­ing

The sea­son of wrath draw­eth nigh.

No long­er seek rich­es or plea­sure

But think of how fear­ful the cost

If all of earth’s stores you ga­ther

And then be eter­nal­ly lost.

O

sweet is the plead­ing of Je­sus

And great is the love of His heart

But soon from the throne of His judg­ment

His jus­tice will bid you de­part.

Then hark to the voice of His mer­cy

While now at the door He stands

And weeps for your sin and your fol­ly

And knocks with His nail-pierc­èd hands.