Sinners, the Call Obey

Sinners

the call ob­ey

The lat­est call of grace;

The day is come

the venge­ful day

Of a de­vot­ed race:

Devils and men com­bine

To plague the faith­less seed

And vi­als full of wrath di­vine

Are burst­ing on your head.

Enter in­to the Rock

Ye trem­bling slaves of sin

The Rock of your sal­va­tion

struck

And cleft to take you in:

To shel­ter the dis­tressed

He did the cross en­dure;

O en­ter in the clefts

and rest

In Je­sus’ wounds se­cure.

Who would not fear the Lord

Such glo­ri­ous ma­jes­ty!

His jus­tice stern hath drawn the sword:

To His com­pass­ion flee;

He comes to ven­geance take

He comes His wrath to show;

He rises ter­ri­bly to shake

The drow­sy world be­low.

See how His me­te­ors glare!

(The tok­ens un­der­stand)

See fa­mine

pes­ti­lence and war

Hang o’er a guil­ty land!

Signs in the heav­ens see

And hear the speak­ing rod;

O sin­ner

judg­ment points to Thee

Prepare to meet thy God!

Terrible God! and true

Thy jus­tice we con­fess

Thy sor­est plagues are all our due

We own our wick­ed­ness;

Worthy of death and hell

Thee in Thy judg­ments meet:

But lo! we to Thy grace ap­peal

And crowd Thy mer­cy seat.

Jesus

to Thee we fly

From the de­vour­ing sword!

Our city of de­fense is high

Our help is in the Lord:

Or if the scourge o’er­flow

And laugh at in­no­cence

Thine ev­er­last­ing arms

we know

Shall be our soul’s de­fense.

We in Thy Word be­lieve

And in Thy pro­mise stay:

Our life

which still to Thee we give

Shall be us to a prey:

Our life with Thee we hide

Above the fu­ri­ous blast

And shel­tered in Thy wounds abide

Till all the storm is past.

Believing against hope

We hang up­on Thy grace

Through ev­ery low­eri­ng cloud look up

And wait for hap­py days;

The days when all shall know

Their sins in Christ for­giv­en

And walk awhile with God be­low

And then fly up to Heav­en.