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Raise, thoughtless sinner, raise thine eye:
Behold God's balance lifted high!
There shall his justice be displayed,
And there thy hope and life be weigh'd.
See in one scale his perfect law;
Mark with what force its precepts draw:
Wouldst thou the awful test sustain?
Thy works how light! thy thoughts how vain!
Behold, the hand of God appears
T trace in dreadful characters:
"Sinner — thy soul is wanting found,
And wrath shall smite thee to the ground."
Let sudden fear thy nerves unbrace;
Let horror change thy guilty face;
Thro' all thy thoughts let anguish roll,
Till deep repentance melt thy soul.
One only hope may yet prevail; —
Christ hath a weight to turn the scale;
Still doth the gospel publish peace,
And show a Saviour's righteousnes.
Great God, exert thy power to save
Deep on the heart these truths engrave;
The pond'rous load of guilt remove,
That trembling lips may sing thy love.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Dan 5:27;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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FEDERAL STREET
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1832
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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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| # 83 | F | | # 317 | F | | # 291 | F | | # 480 | G | | # 598 | G | | # 376 | G | | # 389 | G |
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