In Vain the Preacher Cried, “Repent”

In vain the preach­er cried

Re­pent;

Flee from im­pend­ing wrath;

Headlong the world of re­bels went

Along its own broad path.

They ate

they drank

they bought

they sold

Built

plant­ed

till the day

When the flood came

and young and old

Were swept at once away.

A few that feared the warn­ing word

Escaped the doom of sin;

The ark re­ceived them

and the Lord

Shut safe His serv­ants in.

The tide of time that knows no turn

Like that en­gulf­ing flood

Whelms with de­struct­ion those that spurn

God’s truth and Je­sus’ blood.

But still His preach­ers cry

Re­pent;

Flee from sin’s dead­ly doom;

Forth from the ark this call is sent

Come in

there yet is room.

Unshut the door

where Mer­cy stands

The per­ish­ing to save

With ear­nest eye

and out­stretched hands

From death be­yond the grave.

Unshut the door

where Mer­cy stands

The per­ish­ing to save

With ear­nest eye

and out­stretched hands

From death be­yond the grave.