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THE DYING SINNER




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 Jesusí cross repair;
From thence derive a cheering hope,
And find salvation there.


Supported by his powerful grace,
And sprinkled with his blood,
Iíll rest secure from every ill,
Nor dread an angry God.

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates: 1818
      Bible Refs: Ps 11:6; Lk 16:23;
      LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
      Hymn/Song Book Year Song #
      1818# 781
      MUSIC
      Name: DUBLIN (HOWARD)
      Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
      Writer(s):
        Dates:
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