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All must at length be tried,
The dead from dust arise;
Nor one of all earth’s millions hide
From Christ’s all seeing eyes.
How will the faithless meet
The terrors of that day,
When heaven and earth before his seat,
Astonished shrink away?
O sinner seek his face
Whose wrath you cannot bear;
Welcome his yoke, accept his grace,
And find salvation there.
So will you bless the hour
When for your sake he bled;
And the last awful day shall pour
New blessings on your head.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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2 Co 5:10;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1853 | # 3 |
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