Escape from the Perilous Plain

Escape from the per­il­ous plain

The brim­stone cloud hangs in the sky

And om­in­ous sym­bols pro­claim

The sea­son of ven­geance is nigh.

How ma­ny once plunged in des­pair

Have heark­ened to mer­cy’s loud call!

And still may the guil­ty re­pair

To re­fuge pro­vid­ed for all.

The world’s boast­ed shel­ters are vain

Its an­ti­dotes fail to re­lieve;

Its plea­sures are min­gled with pain

Its pro­mis­es on­ly de­ceive.

But Je­sus

Thou life of my soul

Secure in Thy bo­som I hide;

On Thee all my bur­dens I roll

I long for no re­fuge be­side.

Should life’s cher­ished joys dis­ap­pear

Its blos­soms of hap­pi­ness fade

These only the shel­ter en­dear

Which tri­als can nev­er in­vade.

Oh

come

bless­èd Sav­ior of love

And glad­den my spir­it for­giv­en

With hope of Thy pre­sence above

In sor­row­less man­sions of Heav­en!