The Rich Settled Citizen: A Plea

For behold, the Lord is about to come out from His place
To punish the inhabitants of the earth for their iniquity;
And the earth will reveal her bloodshed
And will no longer cover her slain. Isaiah 26:21

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Sinner, you’re not a poor wayfaring stranger,
trav’ling through this world you know;
There is only sickness, toil, and danger,
In that dark world to which you go.
You’re going there to your father,
You’re going there to forever roam;
You’re just sinking in the Jordan,
You’re just going down to your home.

Tho’ dark clouds gather o’er you,
Tho’ the pathway’s rough and steep;
The lake of fire lie out before you,
Where weary eyes shall endless weep.
You’re going there to your father,
He said he’d meet you when you come;
You’re just sinking in the Jordan,
You’re just going down to your home.

You happily sing destructions story,
In concert with the blood-thirsty band;
You aim to wear a crown of glory,
When you get home to that land.
You’re going there to see your brothers,
They sank down one by one;
You’re just sinking in the Jordan,
You’re just going down to your home.

You’ll soon be bound to every trial,
Your form will rest beneath the sod;
You’ll be fixed to a cross of misery,
And enter home with your god.
You’re going there to see your master,
Who is panting for your blood;
You’re just sinking in the Jordan,
You’re just going down to your home.