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Methinks the last great day is come,
methinks I hear the trumpet sound,
That shakes the earth, rends ev'ry tomb,
And wakes the pris'ners under ground.
The mighty deep gives up her trust,
Aw'd by the Judge's high command;
Both small and great now quit their dust,
And round the dread tribunal stand.
Behold the awful books display'd,
Big with th' important fates of men;
Each deed and word now public made,
As wrote by heav'n's unerring pen.
To ev'ry soul, the books assign
The joyous or the dread reward;
Sinners in vain lament and pine-
No plea the Judge will here regard.
Lord, when these awful leaves unfold.
May life's fair book my soul approve!
There may I read my name enroll'd,
And triumph in redeeming love!
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Behold the awful books display'd,
Big with th' important fates of men;
Each deed and word now public made,
written by heav'n's unerring pen.
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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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Rev 20:12;
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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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| 1815 | # 376 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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ARIZONA
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 910 | Bb | | # 532 | F | | # 474 | F | | # 341 | F | | # 430 | No key |
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| 8 8 8 8 (L.M.) | | 8 8 8 8 (L.M.) |
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