The World's Warnings by Cornelia Rice

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Nov 3, 1863

The World's Warnings.

By Cornelia Rice

How deaf is the world to the voice of Jehovah! How blinded by Satan it ever has been, To warnings repeated, yes, over and over, And messages given again and again.

The antediluvians thus were exhorted, To flee to the ark, and be saved from the flood; But with scoffing and mocking they only retorted, And seemed not to fear the dread vengeance of God.

How changed were their feelings when righteous old Noah, Was safe in the ark which they thought little worth, And the rain in wild torrents did ceaselessly pour, And floods from earth's chasms came issuing forth.

How sad! oh! how sad! is the fate of the scoffer, As the ark passes by them, too late for to save. They have had their last call, and rejected the offer, And now they must sink in a watery grave.

The Sodomites, too, they were warned of their danger, And bid for their lives to escape from the plain; But they evil entreated the heavenly stranger, And in the doomed city, did heedless remain.

Yes, like idle tales they treated the warning, And feeling secure to their couches retired; They did not believe that the very next morning They'd sink 'neath a tempest of brimstone and fire.

Perhaps at daybreak they aroused from their slumbers And felt more secure as the morning was fair. But as the sun rose came the loud crash of thunders; For Lot had escaped and the tempest was there.

The city is sinking. Dark clouds hanging over, Man and beast, young and old, are consumed in the flame; For their sins reached above to the throne of Jehovah, And wrath to the uttermost over them came.

Our Saviour has told us the days of his coming Would be like the days of old Noah and Lot. After pleasures and fashions the world would be running, And warnings and threatenings all be forgot.

And now in the end, the signs are fulfilling. There are mockers and scoffers all over the land, And few that are found obedient and willing To follow the Lord in every command.

But the plagues! they are coming, and soon will be here. Then flee to the ark—to the mount of the Lord. Yes, on the white cloud will our Lord soon appear, His foes to consume and his saints to reward.

CORNELIA RICE. Folsomdale, N. Y. Oct. 20, 1863.