1 Sinners, the city where you dwell
Is doomed to fearful woe;
Those dark impending clouds foretell
The quick descending blow.

Refrain:
Sinners, the hiding place is nigh;
The Savior calls—away—
He is the only refuge—fly—
There’s danger in delay.

2 Beneath you shall the trembling ground
Quake with the wrath of God;
While all above you and around
Shall roll the fiery flood. [Refrain]

3 Haste from your revels and your mirth
And all your carnal joys;
The day of wrath is bursting forth;
Oh! hasten to be wise. [Refrain]

4 Fly to the mountain, quickly fly;
Nor will your flight be vain;
’Tis God’s own house, and Heaven is nigh,
Stay not in all the plain. [Refrain]

5 Angels, sweet messengers of love,
Lend them your rapid wing;
And Thou, good Spirit from above,
All needful succors bring. [Refrain]

6 do you tarry, trembling souls?
Haste ere the lightnings blaze;
Fly ere the rumbling thunders call,
Fly to the hiding place. [Refrain]