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O soul, be afraid,
thou shalt reckon with God,
And pass ’neath the scourge
of His wrathful rod;
Thy heart torn with anguish
shall hear at the last,
“The day of His grace is past.”
The day of His grace is past,
The day of His grace is past;
How sad when He’ll say,
“Depart ye for aye,”
When the day of His grace is past.
O soul, be afraid,
in thy sins thou shalt die
If Christ thou reject
while He’s passing by;
Thy doom shall be sealed
at the trumpet’s loud blast,
When the day of His grace is past.
The day of His grace is past,
The day of His grace is past;
How sad when He’ll say,
“Depart ye for aye,”
When the day of His grace is past.
O soul, be afraid,
for the judgment shall come,
And thou shalt be turned
from that blissful home;
Wilt thou be contented
with that which thou hast
When the day of His grace is past?
The day of His grace is past,
The day of His grace is past;
How sad when He’ll say,
“Depart ye for aye,”
When the day of His grace is past.
O soul, be afraid,
in His presence thou art,
Dismayed thou shalt stand
when Christ says depart,
With demons in torment
fore’er to be cast,
When the day of His grace is past.
The day of His grace is past,
The day of His grace is past;
How sad when He’ll say,
“Depart ye for aye,”
When the day of His grace is past.
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