1 Fly, to the mountains fly;
Sinners, on Christ rely!
Our strong mountain is the Lord:
He keeps off th’invading bands,
He averts th’impending sword;
Christ the Christian’s fortress stands.
2 Happy who trust in Him,
Almighty to redeem:
Neither wars nor plagues they fear,
Public ills they calmly meet,
Smile at desolation near,
Trample death beneath their feet.
3 But woes, redoubled woes
Attend the Savior’s foes:
Worldly men and things who love,
God, His things and people hate;
O what sorrows will they prove,
Crushed by all His judgments’ weight!
4 Woe to the souls at ease,
The slaves of foul excess;
Charged with surfeiting, or wine,
Drunk with pleasure, or with care,
Big with earthly low design,
Fond of their attachments there.
5 Secure on earth who dwell,
They all His plagues shall feel;
Senseless, till the day oppress;
Thoughtless, till the ruin come:
Pangs shall then their spirits seize,
Earnest of their final doom.
6 But we Thy warning take,
We, Lord, the world forsake:
Thou hast kindly said, Beware,
Armed us by Thy word of grace,
Told us of the fatal snare
Spread for all the earth-born race.
7 Thy judgments we revere,
Thy speaking rod we hear.
Thou shalt keep our cautioned heart
Free from care, from pleasure free:
Thou alone our portion art,
All our treasure is in Thee.
8 Thee let us still obey,
And always watch and pray;
Pray against the sore distress,
Plagues, that on the world shall fall,
Counted, through Thy righteousness,
Worthy to escape them all.
9 Worthy esteemed through grace,
To stand before Thy face;
Called to see our judge appear,
Son of Man, with glory crowned;
Glad th’archangel’s voice to hear,
Shouting at the trumpet sound.
10 O wouldst Thou now descend,
And all our sufferings end!
Hear the Bride and Spirit pray,
Hasten, Lord, the general doom;
Bring the great tremendous day,
Come away, to judgment come!
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #11455