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5. How hurtful was the choice of Lot
Hymn 5
How hurtful was the choice of Lot, Who took up his abode (Because it was a fruitful spot) With them who feared not God!
A pris’ner he was quickly made, Bereaved of all his store; And, but for Abraham’s timely aid, He had returned no more.
Yet still he seemed resolved to stay As if it were his rest; Although their sins from day to day His righteous soul distressed.
Awhile he stayed with anxious mind, Exposed to scorn and strife; At last he left his all behind, And fled to save his life.
In vain his sons–in–law he warned, They thought he told his dreams; His daughters too, of them had learned, And perished in the flames.
His wife escaped a little way, But died for looking back: Does not her case to pilgrims say, “Beware of growing slack?”
Yea; Lot himself could ling’ring stand, Though vengeance was in view; ’Twas mercy plucked him by the hand, Or he had perished too.
The doom of Sodom wilt be ours If to the earth we cleave; Lord all our drowsy pow’rs, To flee to thee and live.