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Far from the utmost verge of day
Those gloomy regions lie,
Where flames amid the darkness play—
The worm shall never die.
The breath of God — his angry breath
Supplies and fans the fire;
There sinners taste the second death.
And would — but can't expire.
Conscience, the never dying worm,
With torture gnaws the heart;
And woe and wrath, in every form,
Is now the sinner's part.
Sad world indeed! ah, who can bear
For ever there to dwell —
For ever sinking in despair
In all the pains of hell!
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MUSIC
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Name:
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EVAN
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1847,1850
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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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| # 441 | No key | | # 512 | No key | | # 261 | Ab | | # 327 | Ab | | # 271 | Bb | | # 130 | Ab | | # 171 | Ab | | # 317 | Ab | | # 371 | Ab | | # 399 | Ab |
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