Fly, to the Mountains Fly

Fly

to the mount­ains fly;

Sinners

on Christ re­ly!

Our strong mount­ain is the Lord:

He keeps off th’in­vad­ing bands

He av­erts th’im­pend­ing sword;

Christ the Christ­ian’s fort­ress stands.

Happy who trust in Him

Almighty to re­deem:

Neither wars nor plagues they fear

Public ills they calm­ly meet

Smile at de­so­la­tion near

Trample death be­neath their feet.

But woes

re­dou­bled woes

Attend the Sav­ior’s foes:

Worldly men and things who love

God

His things and peo­ple hate;

O what sor­rows will they prove

Crushed by all His judg­ments’ weight!

Woe to the souls at ease

The slaves of foul ex­cess;

Charged with sur­feit­ing

or wine

Drunk with plea­sure

or with care

Big with earth­ly low de­sign

Fond of their at­tach­ments there.

Secure on earth who dwell

They all His plagues shall feel;

Senseless

till the day op­press;

Thoughtless

till the ru­in come:

Pangs shall then their spir­its seize

Earnest of their fi­nal doom.

But we Thy warn­ing take

We

Lord

the world for­sake:

Thou hast kind­ly said

Be­ware

Armed us by Thy word of grace

Told us of the fa­tal snare

Spread for all the earth-born race.

Thy judg­ments we rev­ere

Thy speak­ing rod we hear.

Thou shalt keep our cau­tioned heart

Free from care

from plea­sure free:

Thou alone our por­tion art

All our trea­sure is in Thee.

Thee let us still ob­ey

And al­ways watch and pray;

Pray against the sore dis­tress

Plagues

that on the world shall fall

Counted

through Thy right­eous­ness

Worthy to es­cape them all.

Worthy es­teemed through grace

To stand be­fore Thy face;

Called to see our judge ap­pear

Son of Man

with glo­ry crowned;

Glad th’arch­an­gel’s voice to hear

Shouting at the trum­pet sound.

O wouldst Thou now des­cend

And all our suf­fer­ings end!

Hear the Bride and Spir­it pray

Hasten

Lord

the ge­ne­ral doom;

Bring the great tre­men­dous day

Come away

to judg­ment come!