Flee to the Refuge

“In God is my salvation and my glory: the rock of my strength, and my refuge, is in God.” (Psalms 62:7)

There’s an awful day that’s coming,
Soon we’ll feel the judgment shock;
Then, poor sinner, seek a refuge
In the Everlasting Rock. 

Come, poor sinner, get salvation
Ere all hope has fled away;
Heed the warning, flee for refuge,
Come to Jesus, come today.

O’er thy head thy sins are forming
Into clouds of threatening storm;
Hear the angry thunders rolling,
Soon the woeful blast will come. 

Stop, poor sinner, madly heaping
Wrath against the day of wrath;
At thy horror and thy weeping,
Frowning judgment will but laugh. 

Soon thy heart will stop its beating,
Death, a sullen, awful flood,
End thy days so short and fleeting;
Quickly, sinner, come to God. 

Sinner, in this very moment,
Ere the billows sweep away
Grieved and slighted hopes of Heaven,
Flee for refuge while you may.

Daniel S. Warner, 1842–1895

“And he said to them all, If any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross daily, and follow me. For whosoever will save his life shall lose it: but whosoever will lose his life for my sake, the same shall save it.” (Luke 9:23-24)

And must I part with all I have,
My dearest Lord for Thee?
It is but right since Thou hast done
Much more than this for me.

Yes, let it go—one look from Thee
Will more than make amends,
For all the losses I sustain
Of credit, riches, friends.

Ten thousand worlds, ten thousand lives,
How worthless they appear,
Compared with Thee, supremely good,
Divinely bright and fair!

Savior of souls, could I from Thee
A single smile obtain,
Though destitute of all things else,
I’d glory in my gain.

 Benjamin Beddome, 1717–1795