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Haste thee; escape thither.
Gen. 19:22.
Haste, traveler, haste! the night comes on,
And many a shining hour is gone;
The storm is gathering in the west,
And thou art far from home and rest:
Haste, traveler, haste!
2 Awake, awake! pursue thy way
With steady course, while yet ’tis day;
While thou art sleeping on the ground,
Danger and darkness gather round;
Haste, traveler, haste!
3 The rising tempest sweeps the sky;
The rains descend, the winds are high;
The waters swell, and death and fear
Beset thy path; no refuge near:
Haste, traveler, haste!
4 Haste, while a shelter you may gain—
A covert from the wind and rain;
A hiding-place, a rest, a home—
A refuge from the wrath to come:
Haste, traveler, haste!
5 Then linger not in all the plain;
Flee for thy life—the mountain gain;
Look not behind, make no delay;
O, speed thee, speed thee on thy way!
Haste, traveler, haste!
Collyer.