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God is sitting in the awful valley,
Near His final judgment seat;
And His present
mighty truth is calling
Every nation at His feet.
Wake, ye nations, gather near,
Heaven’s truth you now must hear;
By it stand, approved in white,
Or condemned in heaven’s light.
Go, ye heralds, shout aloud
the summons,
Let the standard be unfurled;
Judgment to the gospel line
and plummet,
To the ends of all the world.
Wake, ye nations, gather near,
Heaven’s truth you now must hear;
By it stand, approved in white,
Or condemned in heaven’s light.
Bring the mighty down
to utter nothing,
Let the weakest say, “I’m strong,”
Beat your plowshares
into holy weapons,
Press the battle ‘gainst the wrong.
Wake, ye nations, gather near,
Heaven’s truth you now must hear;
By it stand, approved in white,
Or condemned in heaven’s light.
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