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<h2>HOW HURTFUL WAS THE CHOICE OF LOT</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“That righteous man dwelling among them…vexed his righteous soul from day to day with their unlawful deeds.” 2 Peter 2:8</h3></p>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_n_e_newton_j.html" target="_blank">John Newton</a>, <em>Olney Hymns</em> (London: W. Oliver, 1779).
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<p><em>Music:</em> “St. Magnus,” attributed to Jeremiah Clark, 1707; harmony by <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_m_o_monk_wh.html" target="_blank">William Henry Monk</a>, 1868 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_s_t_stmagnus.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>How hurtful was the choice of Lot,<br>
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Who took up his abode<br>
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(Because it was a fruitful spot)<br>
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With them who feared not God!</p>
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<p>A prisoner he was quickly made,<br>
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Bereaved of all his store;<br>
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And, but for Abraham’s timely aid,<br>
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He had returned no more.</p>
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<p>Yet still he seemed resolved to stay<br>
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As if it were his rest;<br>
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Although their sins from day to day<br>
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His righteous soul distressed.</p>
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<p>Awhile he stayed with anxious mind,<br>
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Exposed to scorn and strife;<br>
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At last he left his all behind,<br>
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And fled to save his life.</p>
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<p>In vain his sons-in-law he warned,<br>
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They thought he told his dreams;<br>
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His daughters too, of them had learned,<br>
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And perished in the flames.</p>
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<p>His wife escaped a little way,<br>
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But died for looking back:<br>
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Does not her case to pilgrims say,<br>
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“Beware of growing slack?”</p>
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<p>Yea; Lot himself could ling’ring stand,<br>
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Though vengeance was in view;<br>
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’Twas mercy plucked him by the hand,<br>
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Or he had perished too.</p>
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<p>The doom of Sodom wilt be ours<br>
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If to the earth we cleave;<br>
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Lord, quicken all our drowsy pow’rs,<br>
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To flee to Thee and live.</p>
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