Wisdom Crieth in the Streets

Verse 1

Lo, wisdom crieth in the streets, In solemn tones of warning; Amid the concourse loud repeats, The end of time is coming.

Chorus

The voice of wisdom cries to all, The end of time is coming soon; The voice of wisdom cries to all, Escape the sinner’s awful doom.

Verse 2

Hear, O ye craving, restless throng, The gospel invitation, It tells you what you’ve needed long— The touch of God’s salvation.

Verse 3

Young men, in all your revelry, Young ladies, proud and thoughtless, Will you be saved eternally, Or die forever hopeless?

Verse 4

You drown your souls in follies deep, You plunge in sin’s perdition, Yet wisdom cries upon the street, In God there is redemption.

Verse 5

Ye aged sinners surely know, Your end of time is coming, And youthful summers swiftly flow Down to the vale of mourning.

Verse 6

Come, old and young, come, rich and poor, We have but one probation; Be wise, repent and sin no more, Accept a free salvation.