[Music]
When pity prompts me to look round
Upon my fellow clay,
See men reject the gospel sound,
O God, what shall I say?
O God, what shall I say?
My bowels yearn for dying men,
Doom'd to eternal woe,
Fain would I speak, but 'tis in vain
If God does not speak too.
O sinner, sinner, won't you hear
When in God's name I come?
Upon your peril don't forbear,
Lest hell should be your doom.
One more stanza is in the _Revivalist_. This is a phrygian tune with
the second of its scale unused. It reminds one strongly of the melody
of 'Gala Water', _Lyric Gems of Scotland_, p. 84.
No. 214
THAT LONESOME VALLEY, Author's recording