Olney Hymns (1840)/Book 1/Hymn 5

5
Lot in Sodom.—Gen. xiii, 10.

1 How hurtful was the choice of Lot,
Who took up his abode
(Because it was a fruitful spot)
With them who fear'd not God!

2 A pris'ner he was quickly made,
Bereaved of all his store;
And but for Abra'm's timely aid
He had return'd no more.

3 Yet still he seem'd resolved to stay,
As if it were his rest,
Although their sins from day to day
His righteous soul distress'd.

4 Awhile he stay'd, with anxious mind,
Exposed to scorn and strife;
At last he left his all behind,
And fled to save his life.

5 In vain his sons-in-law he warn'd;
They thought he told his dreams;
His daughters too of them had learn'd,
And perish'd in the flames.

6 His wife escaped a little way,
But died for looking back:
Does not her case to pilgrims say,
"Beware of growing slack"?

7 Yea, Lot himself could ling'ring stand
Though vengeance was in view;
'Twas Mercy pluck'd him by the hand
Or he had perish'd too.

8 The doom of Sodom will be ours
If to the earth we cleave:
Lord, quicken all our drowsy powers
To flee to thee and live.