1 Stop, poor sinners! stop and think
Before you farther go!
Will you sport upon the brink
Of everlasting woe?
Once again I charge you stop!
For unless you warning take,
Ere you are aware, you drop
Into the burning lake!
2 Say, have you an arm like God,
That you his will oppose?
Fear you not that iron rod
With which he breaks his foes?
Can you stand in that dread day;
When he judgment shall proclaim,
And the earth shall melt away
Like wax before the flame?
3 Pale-faced death will quickly come
To drag you to his bar
Then to hear your awful doom
Will fill you with despair:
All your sins will round you crowd,
Sins of a blood-crimson dye;
Each for vengeance crying loud;
And what can you reply?
4 Though your heart be made of steel,
Your forehead lined with brass;
God at length will make you feel,
He will not let you pass;
Sinners then in vain will call,
(Tho' they now despise his grace)
Rocks and mountains on us fall,
And hide us from his face.
5 But as yet there is a hope
You may his mercy know;
Though his arm is lifted up,
He still forbears the blow.
'Twas for sinners Jesus died,
Sinners he invites to come;
None who come shall be denied,
He says, "there still is room."
Hymns and Spiritual Songs for the use of Christians, 1803
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|The Cyber Hymnal #6342||Stop, Poor Sinner, Stop and Think||Stop, poor sinner! stop and think||WARNING||John Newton||22.214.171.124||<cite>Olney Hymns</cite> (London: W. Oliver, 1779), number 2|