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Laden with guilt, oppressed with fear,
No peace is found for wicked men;
Conscience proclaims intestine war,
Short-lived their bliss, their hope is vain.
Their noisy mirth designed to hide
The inward anguish of the mind,
Will in a moment’s time be fled,
And endless horror left behind.
Thou providence increase their store,
Their table rich with dainties spread,
They tremble at the thunderer’s power,
With storms impending o’er their head.
Mortal diseases seize their frame,
Now where for safety can they fly?
Their souls are covered o’er with shame,
And their destruction draweth nigh.
Go, sinners, to the throne of grace,
Bow in the dust before the Lord;
With deep contrition spread your case,
And he his succour will afford.
The dreaded vengeance he ‘ll restrain,
Your aggravated sins forgive,
Subdue your fears and ease your pain,
And bid the dying sinner live.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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Is 48:22; Is 55:7;
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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 | # 381 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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LOUVAN
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1850
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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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| # 324 | Ab | | # 490 | Ab |
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