Lo, Wisdom Crieth In The Streets
Artist: Church of Monett
Lo, wisdom crieth in the streets,
In solemn tones of warning;
Amid the concourse loud repeats,
The end of time is coming.

Hear, O ye craving, restless throng,
The gospel invitation,
It tells you what you've needed long -
The gift of God's salvation.

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

T'ward hell you hasten in conceit,
You plunge in sin's perdition,
Yet wisdom cries upon the street,
In God there is redemption.

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

O Lord, the old, the young, the poor,
The rich have but one probation;
Do Thou help men to sin no more
And find Thy great salvation. Amen.