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Oh what amazing horrors seize
The sinner at his death!
With what reluctance and despair,
He yields his parting breath.
He gives a groan, and straight is gone
Where woeful spirits dwell;
A victim to eternal wrath,
The quenchless flames of hell.
Some drops of this tremendous storm
Might fall at times before;
Bot now it bursts upon the head,
In one relentless shower.
Oh may I, ere it be too late,
To Jesus’ cross repair;
From thence derive a cheering hope,
And find salvation there.
Supported by his powerful grace,
And sprinkled with his blood,
I’ll rest secure from every ill,
Nor dread an angry God.
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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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Ps 11:6; Lk 16:23;
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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 | # 781 |
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Name:
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DUBLIN (HOWARD)
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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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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| # 439 | G | | # 272 | G | | # 588 | G | | # 378 | G | | # 751 | G |
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