In streets, and op’nings of the gates,
where pours the busy crowd,
Thus heav’nly Wisdom lifts her voice,
and cries to men aloud:
How long, ye scorners of the truth,
scornful will ye remain?
How long shall fools their folly love,
and hear my words in vain?
O turn, at last, at my reproof!
and, in that happy hour,
His bless’d effusions on your heart
my Spirit down shall pour.
But since so long, with earnest voice,
to you in vain I call
Since all my counsels and reproofs
thus ineffectual fall;
The time will come, when humbled low,
in Sorrow’s evil day,
Your voice by anguish shall be taught,
but taught too late, to pray.
When, like the whirlwind, o’er the deep
comes Desolation’s blast;
Pray’rs then extorted shall be vain,
the hour of mercy past.
The choice you made has fixed your doom;
for this is Heav’n’s decree,
That with the fruits of what he sowed
the sinner filled shall be.
Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases
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|Hymns of the Church, Ancient and Modern: for the use of all who love to sing the praises of God in Christ, in the family, the school, or the church; with a discourse on music as a divine ordinance... #303||In streets and openings of the gates||In streets and openings of the gates||1872|
|Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #R10||Prov. 1:20-31: In streets, and op'nings of the gates||In streets, and op'nings of the gates||8,6,8,6||Proverbs 1:20-31||1800|