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Oh, that day of dread and wonder,
When to judgement Christ shall come;
When a voice of more than thunder,
Sounding through the silent tomb,
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All to their eternal doom!
Midst the crowds who there assemble,
Summoned to the Judge’s throne,
Who of all the most shall tremble?
They that now among his own
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But whom Christ has never known.
Empty forms and loud profession,
Offerings heaped upon his shrine,
When there is no heart impression,
Cannot please his eye divine;
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Till the spirit, Lord is thine.
Light a flame of love within us;
Tune our souls to prayer and praise;
To thy own blest image win us;
Guide us in thy righteous ways;
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And at last to glory raise.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 4 7 extended
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 1;
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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 | # 421 |
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