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When frowning death appears,
And points his fatal dart,
What dark foreboding fears
Distract the sinner's heart!
The dreadful blow
No arm can stay,
But torn away
He sinks to woe.
Now every hope denied.
Bereft of every good,
He must the wrath abide
Of an avenging God;
No mercy there
Will greet his ear,
Nor wipe the tear
Of black despair.
Sinners, awake, attend.
And flee the wrath to come:
Make Christ, the Judge, your friend,
And heav'n shall be your home.
His mercy nigh,
Now points the path
That leads from death
To joys on high.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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6 6 6 6 8 8
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ST. JOHN (PARISH)
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6 6 6 6 8 8
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1850
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 164 | C | | # 59 | C | | # 109 | C | | # 217 | C | | # 386 | C | | # 670 | D | | # 313 | D | | # 58 | D | | # 142 | D | | # 45 | D | | # 68 | D | | # 303 | Db | | # 595 | G | | # 354 | D | | # 294 | No key | | # 530 | No key | | # 8 | D |
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