333 Lot looking toward Sodom CM
Gen 19:16, 17
THIS world is all enchanted ground,
Oh, whither shall I fly
The vengeful flames are kindling round,
And if I stop, I die.
When some kind hand has brought me forth,
How lingering is my pace!
Lord, either drive me by thy wrath,
Or draw me by thy grace.
Oh let me not a moment waste
On this destructive plain;
Hence let me flee with greater haste,
Till I the Zoar gain.