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Lot in Sodom.
Gen 13:10
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 pris'ner 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.
2 Peter 2:8
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.
John Newton
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