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The Lord, how dreadful is his wrath,
How terrible his judgments are!
His anger shakes the guilty earth,
And spreads destruction and despair.
Lightnings fly quick around his throne,
And vengeance sits upon his brow;
All nature trembles at his frown,
The floods congeals, the mountains flow.
None can resist his mighty power;
And none escape his piercing eye;
Before him raging flames devour,
At his rebuke blasphemers die.
Rebels who scorn his milder voice,
At his loud thunders trembling stand;
Th’ impetuous sea starts at the noise,
And horror fills the neighbouring land.
Blessed then is he, for ever blessed,
Whose guilt is purged, whose soul is clear;
Nor anxious grief disturbs his breast,
Nor sin excites tormenting fear.
Nature in wild disorder hurled,
He views, but hopes for joys to come;
Sits on the wrecks of ruined worlds,
And waits for wings to waft him home.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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1818
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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RIVAULX
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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1866
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 39 | D | | # 107 | D | | # 519 | D | | # 38 | D | | # 363 | D | | # 433 | D | | # 164 | D |
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