Sinners, the call obey
Hymn 114
1
Sinners, the call obey,
The latest call of grace;
The day is come, the vengeful day
Of a devoted race.
2
Devils and men combine
To plague the faithless seed,
And vials full of wrath divine
Are bursting on your head.
3
Enter into the Rock,
Ye trembling slaves of sin,
The Rock of your salvation, struck,
And cleft to take you in.
4
To shelter the distressed
He did the cross endure;
Enter into the clefts, and rest
In Jesus' wounds secure.
5
Jesus, to thee we fly
From the devouring sword;
Our city of defence is nigh,
Our help is in the Lord.
6
Or if the scourge o'erflow,
And laugh at innocence,
Thine everlasting arms, we know,
Shall be our souls' defence.