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Methinks I hear th’ archangel sound
The solemn trump aloud,
And call the tribes on earthly ground,
To meet their sov’reign God.
He comes! he comes! a cloud’s his throne,
And garbs majestic wear;
Ten thousand his great God-head own,
And shout it through the air.
The sun observes his sov’reign nod,
And hides his ev’ry ray,
While all the stars acknowledge God,
And give the judgement way.
The bursting tombs give up their dead,
Nor keep them longer bound;
While flaming fire around doth spread,
And thunders shake the ground.
The diif’rent tribes of heaven and hell,
And seas and worlds abroad—
A number which no tongue can tell
Appear before their God.
On earth by various names they went;
My soul, what sects they were;
But now the sinner and the saint
Are all the names they bear.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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2 Pe 3:11-12;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1815 | # 377 |
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Name:
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ST. FULBERT
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1849
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Key
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| # 108 | D | | # 205 | D | | # 8 | D | | # 189 | D | | # 48 | E | | # 1010 | E | | # 604 | E | | # 125 | E | | # 628 | Eb | | # 306 | Eb | | # 816.2 | No key |
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