A Plea

Ye who fear Mount Sinai's thunder,
Ye who fear its sulfur smoke,
Ye who would be rent asunder
By the very law you broke:
Come and feel the Saviour's breezes;
From the depths of hell he seizes
And shall never let thee choke.

Ye who long have sat in darkness,
Bound and chained to walls of stone,
Ye who languish, hungered, artless
To supply your famished groan,
Come and taste the glorious Godlight;
He has made for thee a mansion bright
To replace your heart of stone.

Ye that tire of inward fighting
With your demons and your ghosts,
Ye that cannot stay the biting
Of the devil's deadly boasts,
Drop thy ramparts' dull pretenses;
Come embrace the sure defenses
Of the Saviour's heav'nly hosts.