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Sinners, take the friendly warning-
Soon that awful day shall break,
And the trumpet with its dawning,
All the slumb'ring millions wake.
See assembled ev'ry nation!—
Lofty cities, temples, tow'rs.
Wrapt in dreadful conflagration.
Earth and sea the flame devours.
Ye, who to the world dissemble,
While you practice deeds of night,
Sinners, now behold and tremble;
All your crimes are brought to light.
Lost in ease, or carnal pleasure.
Sporting on the burning brink;
Now, you say, you have no leisure,
You can find no time to think.
Ye—who now, conviction stifling,
Waste your time—the loss deplore;
Hear the angel—cease your trifling—
"Time," he cries, "shall be no more."
Pause, and hear the voice of reason—
Catch the moments as they fly—
You who lose the present season,
You must all find time to die.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7
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MUSIC
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Name:
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ST. OSWALD
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7
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1857
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 42 | No key | | # 107 | D | | # 141 | D | | # 519 | D | | # 664 | D | | # 274 | D |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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meter
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| 8 7 8 7 | | 8 7 8 7 D |
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