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Behold, thy day is come;
The righteous Judge is near;
And sinners trembling at their doom,
Shall soon the sentence hear.
Angels in bright attire,
Conduct him through the skies;
Darkness and tempests, smoke and fire,
Attend his as he flies.
How awful is the sight,
How loud the thunders roar;
The sun forbears to give its light,
And starts are seen no more.
The whole creation groans,
But saints arise and sing;
They are the ransomed of the Lord,
And he their God and King.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 50:3; Is 35:10;
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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 | # 798 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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VENICE
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1853
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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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| # 156 | D | | # 27 | Eb | | # 449 | Eb | | # 242 | Eb | | # 755 | Eb |
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