HYMN VIII
ESAU Gen. xxv. 34. Heb. xii. 16.
by John Newton (1725-1807)

OOR Esau
repented too late
That once he his birth-right despis’d;
And sold, for a morsel of meat,
What could not too highly be priz’d:
How great was his anguish when told,
The blessing he sought to obtain,
Was gone with the birth-right he sold,
And none could recall it again!

He stands as a warning to all,
Wherever the gospel shall come;
O Hasten and yield to the call,
While yet for repentance there’s room!
Your season will quickly be past,
Then hear and obey it today;
Lest when you seek mercy at last,
The Savior should frown you away.

What is it the world can propose?
A morsel of meat at the best!
For this are you willing to lose
A share in the joys of the bless’d?
Its pleasures will speedily end,
Its favor and praise are but breath;
And what can its profits befriend
Your soul in the moment of death?

If Jesus for these you despise,
And sin to the Savior prefer;
In vain your entreaties and cries,
When summon’d to stand at his bar:
How will you his presence abide?
What anguish will torture your heart?
The saints all enthron’d by his side,
And you be compell’d to depart.

Too often, dear Savior, have I
Preferr’d some poor trifle to thee;
How is it thou dost not deny
The blessing and birth-right to me?
No better than Esau I am,
Tho’ pardon and heav’n be mine;
To me belongs nothing but shame,
The praise and the glory be thine.

—from Olney Hymns. Book I: On select Passages of Scripture.

salme 11
(Geneva Bible)
To him that excelleth. A Psalme or song of David.
1 In the Lord put I my trust: howe say yee then to my soule, Flee to your mountaine as a birde?
2 For loe, the wicked bende their bowe, and make readie their arrowes vpon the string, that they may secretly shoote at them, which are vpright in heart.
3 For the foundations are cast downe: what hath the righteous done?
4 The Lord is in his holy palace: the Lordes throne is in the heauen: his eyes wil consider: his eye lids will try the children of men.
5 The Lord will try the righteous: but the wicked and him that loueth iniquitie, doeth his soule hate.
6 Vpon the wicked he shall raine snares, fire, and brimstone, and stormie tempest: this is the porcion of their cup.
7 For the righteous Lord loueth righteousnes: his countenance doeth beholde the iust.

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