Lyrics
In the days of old, a servant bold, named Jude, of James the brother,
Writes to the saints, in God's embrace, preserved by Christ, no other
To you he sends, where faith extends, mercy, peace, and love
May these increase, in hearts and deeds, like stars above
Oh, hear the call, to one and all, to keep the faith so pure
For there are wolves, within our fold, beware the false allure
Jude did strive, with earnest drive, to write of common grace
But found it meet, to warn indeed, of dangers we must face
For men have crept, their souls corrupt, with deeds of dark intent
They twist God's grace, with lustful chase, His truth they do resent
Remember well, the tale to tell, of Egypt's long ago
The Lord once saved, then judged the knaves, who faith did not show
And angels too, in service true, who left their sacred post
Now chained in dark, a fate so stark, their judgment, none can boast
Like Sodom's fall, and Gomorrah's call, their sins did loudly cry
An example set, lest we forget, where sin does lead us by
Oh, hear the call, to one and all, to keep the faith so pure,
For there are wolves, within our fold, beware the false allure.
These men of sin, with hearts unclean, mock powers that be,
Yet Michael, wise, with heaven's guise, spoke with humility.
They speak of lore yet are unsure like beasts they live and die,
Woe to them, their fate so grim, for their deceitful lie.
The way of Cain, the greed of Balaam, their path does lead to sorrow,
In feasts of love, they feed above, but leave no fruit for morrow.
They are like clouds, without the rains, by winds they're tossed and turned,
Like barren trees, whose fruit should please, but now are twice dead, burned.
Waves of the sea, they froth with shame, stars lost in endless night,
Reserved for them, a dark so grim, away from God's light.
Oh, hear the call, to one and all, to keep the faith so pure,
For there are wolves, within our fold, beware the false allure.
Enoch spoke, in days of old, of judgment fierce and sure,
The Lord will come, with saints in sum, His justice to procure.
These grumblers, proud, with words so loud, seek gain with flattery,
Yet we recall, the words of Paul, of mockers there shall be.
Build up your faith, with prayer sincere, in the Spirit, stay,
Keep in God's love, with eyes above, for mercy on that day.
Compassion show, to some who know, the need for grace anew,
But others fear, for they are near, to fire's edge, they grew.
Jude prays for strength, to keep from length, of falling far from grace,
To stand before, with joy and more, in His glorious face.
To God our guide, wisdom and pride, be glory, power, and might,
Both now and then, we go again, into His eternal light.