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248 Sure the Lord proclaims aloud, - Times of trouble are at hand. Happy they who love his name, They shall always find him near ; Though the earth were wrapp d in flame, They have no just cause for fear.

2 Hark ! his voice in accents mild, (Oh, how comforting and sweet!) Speaks to every humble child, Pointing out a sure retreat ! Come and in my chambers hide, To my saints of old well known ; There you safely may abide Till the storm be overblown.

3 You have only to repose On my wisdom, love, and care ; When my wrath consumes my foes, Mercy shall my children spare : While they perish in the flood, You that bear my holy mark, Sprinkled with atoning blood, Shall be safe within the ark.

4 Sinners, see the ark prepared ! Haste to enter while there s room ! Though the Lord his arm has bared, Mercy still retards your doom : Seek him while there yet is hope, Ere the day of grace be past, Lest in wrath he give you up, And this call should prove your last.

1 ALTHOUGH on massy pillars built, The earth has lately shook : It trembles under Britain s guilt Before its Maker s look.