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280 Though God give them warning, They onward will go, They answer with scorning, And rush upon woe.

3 How sad to behold The rich and the poor, The young and the old, All blindly secure ! All posting to ruin, Refusing to stop. Ah ! think what you re doing, While yet there is hope !

4 How weak is your hand To fight with the Lord ! How can you withstand The edge of his sword? What hope of escaping For those who oppose, When hell is wide gaping To swallow his foes ?

5 How oft have you dared The Lord to his face ! Yet still you are spared To hear of his grace. O pray for repentance And life-giving faith Before the just sentence Consign you to death.

6 It is not too late To Jesus to flee ; His mercy is great, His pardon is free ! His blood has such virtue For all that believe That nothing can hurt you If him you receive.