See the Gloomy Gathering Cloud

'''The hiding place. February 10, 1779' by John Newton''


 * See the gloomy gathering cloud
 * Hanging o’er a sinful land!
 * 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 wrapped in flame,
 * They have no just cause for fear.


 * Hark! His voice in accents mild,
 * O, 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.


 * You have only to repose
 * On My wisdom, love, and care;
 * Where 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.


 * 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.