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Ye scorners, attend,
Nor longer presume,
Though vengeance may sleep,
it quickly will come;
Let not vain delusions
Your fancies deceive,
Till ruin o’ertake you,
And none can relieve.
The arm of the Lord
No one can repel,
The sinner must sink,
In burnings to dwell;
Each rebel he’ll vanquish,
And drive from his face,
The scorners who slighted
His mercy and grace.
Ye sinners, return,
Ere it is too late,
No longer resist,
But mercy entreat;
To-day he may hear you,
And answer your prayer,
To-morrow consign you
To endless despair.
Oh Lord, may it be
My earnest desire,
Through life’s varied scenes,
Thy will to enquire;
With speed may I do it,
Nor suffer delay,
Now yield thee submission
And love thee to-day.
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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 | # 392 |
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OLD 104TH
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Meter:
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10 10 11 11
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Dates:
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1621
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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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| # 573 | G | | # 45 | G | | # 329 | G | | # 167 | G |
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