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Lord, fill our hearts with godly fear,
Help each one solemnly to think
A vast eternity is near,
And every soul is on the brink.
Help too, thy minister to preach
As if he ne’er should preach again;
As sent for one brief hour to teach,
A dying man to dying men.
And may we all attend to-night
Before the day of grace is past;
Nor dare thy present message slight,
Which may perhaps be found the last.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 95:7-8; 2 Co 6:2;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Year
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| 1853 | # 325 |
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