The Flood

I

Through small the drops of falling rain
  If one be singly view’d,
Collected, they o’erspread the plain.
  And form a mighty flood.

II

The house it meets with in its course
  Should not be built on clay,
Lest, with a wild, resistless force,
  It sweep the whole away.

III

Though for awhile it seem secure.
  It will not bear the shock
Unless it has foundations sure,
  And stands upon a rock.

IV

Thus sinners think their evil deeds.
  Like drops of rain, are small;
But it the power of thought exceeds
  To count the sum of all.

V

One sin can raise, though small it seem.
  A flood to drown the soul;
What then, when countless million stream⁠—
  Shall join to swell the whole!

VI

Yet, while they think the weather fair,
  If warn’d they smile or frown:
But they will tremble and despair,
  When the fierce flood comes down.

VII

Oh! then on Jesus ground your hope.
  That Stone in Zion laid;
Lest your poor building quickly drop
  With ruin on your head.