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FINAL SENTENCE




Lo he comes, the King of glory,
See, he rends the yielding sky;
Heavenly flaming guards attend him,
And the fearful lightnings fly;
|: Awful grandeur, :|
Sinner now thy doom is nigh!


Earth and elements dissolving,
Orbs of light their lustre lose;
The dread trumpets sound tremendous,
Bids the graves their dead disclose:
|: The pale nations :|
Now appear as friends or foes.


Thousand times ten thousand standing,
Bow before his radiant throne;
Summoned now to the tribunal,
What for sinners can be done?
|: Awful crisis, :|
When each ray of hope is gone!


Oh the dreadful consternation,
When they hear the sentence given,
Never more to be repealed,
Parting them from bliss and heaven;
|: And to tophet, :|
In confusion they are driven.


Oh may I at that dread moment,
In the Judge behold a friend;
Hear his voice in loudest accents,
Bid me to his throne ascend;
|: Join the chorus :|
That shall never, never end.

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 7 8 7 4 7 extended
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates: 1818
      Bible Refs:
      LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
      Hymn/Song Book Year Song #
      1818# 802
      MUSIC
      Name: PAINSWICK
      Meter: 8 7 8 7 4 7
      Writer(s):
      Dates:
      LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
      Hymn/Song Book Song # Key
      # 289
      # 593
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