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Learn, oh my soul, what ‘tis to die!
Th’event how solemn, and how nigh;
When every tongue shall silent be,
These eyes no pleasing object see.
The active limbs, the comely face,
Turned to a mass of rottenness;
The name forgot, the substance gone,
No more admired, no longer known.
But thou, my soul, must then remain,
In everlasting joy or pain;
The bliss of heaven with angels share,
Or else be plunged in black despair.
Then be these solemn thoughts impressed,
With power divine on every breast;
And ere another moment pass,
Oh let us seek renewing grace.
Quickly to Jesus may we fly,
And on his righteousness rely;
Lo, our eternal all’s at stake,
Awake, our slumbering souls, awake.
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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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Job 7:13-14; Ec 7:5;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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MUSIC
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Name:
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ERNAN
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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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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| # 489 | Bb | | # 118 | Bb | | # 169 | Bb | | # 189 | Bb | | # 424.2 | No key | | # 568 | Bb | | # 114 | Bb | | # 135 | Bb | | # 184 | Bb |
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