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.
6.
Jehovah-Jireh— The Lord will Provide.—
Gen. xxii, 14. C.
1 THE saints should never be dismay'd,
Nor sink in hopeless fear;
For, when they least expect his aid,
The Saviour will appear.
2 This Abra'm found: he raised the knife,
God saw, and said, "Forbear!
