Though small the drops of falling rain, If one be singly viewed; Collected, they o’erspread the plain, And form a mighty flood. | The house it meets with in its course, Should not he built on clay; Lest, with a wild resistless force, It sweep the whole away. | Though for awhile it seemed secure, It will not bear the shock; Unless it has foundations sure, And stands upon a rock. | Thus sinners think their evil deeds, Like drops of rain, are small; But it the pow’r of thought exceeds, To count the sum of all. | One sin can raise, though small it seems, A flood to drown the soul; What then, when countless million streams Shall join, to swell the whole. | Yet, while they think the weather fair, If warned, they smile or frown; But they will tremble and despair, When the fierce flood comes down! | O! then on Jesus ground your hope, That stone in Zion laid; Mt 7:24 1Pet 2:6 Lest your poor building quickly drop, With ruin, on your head. | |