When Sodom’s Sin, an Awful Cry

When So­dom’s sin

an aw­ful cry

Had reached Je­ho­vah’s ear

Vindictive wrath was wont to fly

But right­eous Lot was there.

This chos­en saint

that God ap­proved

When wrath and ter­ror flies

Shall from de­struc­tion be re­moved

And live when So­dom dies.

Zoar

the spot or­dained of God

To which the saint must flee

Stands as a type of Je­sus’ blood

That sets the guil­ty free.

But why should Heav’n’s in­dul­gent care

Amidst the ge­ne­ral woe

A sin­gle saint

a sin­ner spare

Whose heart was loath to go?

Haste hi­ther

haste

the an­gel calls

The ci­ty’s full in view;

Till thou art safe with­in her walls

Thy God can no­thing do.

Herein dis­crim­in­at­ing grace

Shone with re­ful­gent ray

Though he was loath to quit the place.

It made him haste away.

For sins

as black as So­dom’s were

There’s par­don with our God;

Large as His ten­der mer­cies are

And rich as Je­sus’ blood.