Olney Hymns (1840)/Book 1/Hymn 5

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5
Lot in Sodom.—Gen. xiii, 10.

1 How hurtful was the choice of Lot,Who took up his abode (Because it was a fruitful spot) With them who fear'd not God!
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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.

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