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Wake up, thou slumberest on the brink
Of hell’s devouring lake;
Wake up! of death and judgement think;
What mean’st thou sleeper? Wake.
Hell is that weary, woeful place,
Where all the damned remain;
Where there is neither hope nor grace,
But endless, hopeless, pain.
God’s wrath without his love is there,
Like an unfathomed flood;
Wrath without mercy who can bear,
The unmingled wrath of God?
O Sleeper wake! that wrath is hot,
And thou art on the brink:
Wake, for the dead returneth not,
Awake to pray and think.
Perchance the order is gone forth,
Cut down the fruitless tree;
Thou may’st be torn away from earth,
And hope be torn from thee.
Perchance this warning is the last
That on thy ear may light;
Thy hour of doom is coming fast,
Thou may’st be gone to night.
There’s mercy yet—there yet is time,
Jesus can save from hell;
Confess, repent, believe on him,
Believe, and all is well.
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| 1853 | # 608 |
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DEDHAM
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 343 | A | | # 812 | A | | # 39 | Ab |
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