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How hurtful was the choice of Lot,
Who took up his abode
(Because it was a fruitful spot)
With them who feared not God!
A prisoner he was quickly made,
Bereaved of all his store;
And, but for Abraham’s timely aid,
He had returned no more.
Yet still he seemed resolved to stay
As if it were his rest;
Although their sins from day to day
His righteous soul distressed.
Awhile he stayed with anxious mind,
Exposed to scorn and strife;
At last he left his all behind,
And fled to save his life.
In vain his sons-in-law he warned,
They thought he told his dreams;
His daughters too, of them had learned,
And perished in the flames.
His wife escaped a little way,
But died for looking back:
Does not her case to pilgrims say,
“Beware of growing slack?”
Yea; Lot himself could ling’ring stand,
Though vengeance was in view;
’Twas mercy plucked him by the hand,
Or he had perished too.
The doom of Sodom wilt be ours
If to the earth we cleave;
Lord, quicken all our drowsy pow’rs,
To flee to Thee and live.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1779
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Bible Refs:
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Gen 13:10; 2 Pe 2:8;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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ST. MAGNUS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1707
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 393 | No key | | # 58 | A | | # 141 | A | | # 730 | A | | # 301 | A | | # 301 | A | | # 126 | Ab | | # 2 | Ab | | # 2 | Ab | | # 751 | Ab | | # 220 | G | | # 531 | G | | # 192 | G | | # 206 | G | | # 209 | G | | # 579 | G | | # 72 | G | | # 244 | G | | # 17 | G | | # 269 | G | | # 815 | No key | | # 40 | No key |
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