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Great God, the terrors of thy wrath,
What mortal tongue can tell?
A fiery stream comes issuing forth,
Kindling the flames of hell.
No mitigation can it know,
Nor ever have an end;
Its greatness and duration too,
All finite thought transcend.
But thou, oh Lord, hast formed a plan,
Replete with wondrous grace.
To raise the fallen creature man
To perfect happiness.
Through the atonement of my Lord,
All sin may be forgiven;
‘Tis he removes the flaming sword,
Which kept the way to heaven.
Should the dread powers of earth and hell
Their force against me join,
His cross will all my fears dispel,
And fill with peace divine.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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Eph 1:7;
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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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| 1818 | # 276 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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SAWLEY
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1860
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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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| # 741 | Bb | | # 424 | Bb | | # 633 | Bb | | # 1143 | Bb | | # 9 | Bb | | # 334 | Bb | | # 305 | Bb |
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