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The last loud trumpet’s wondrous sound
Shall wake the nations under ground:
Where, then, my God, shall I be found,—
When all shall stand before thy throne,
When thou shalt make their sentence known,
And all thy righteous judgement own!
Thou, who for sinners felt such pain,
Whose precious blood the cross did stain,
Who did for us its curse sustain,—
By all that man's redemption cost,
Let not my trembling soul be lost,
In storms of guilty terror tossed!
Give me in that dread day a place
Among thy chosen, faithful race,
The sons of God, and heirs of grace.
Trembling before thy throne I bend;
My God my Father, and my Friend,
Do not forsake me in the end!
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8 8 8 8 8 8
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1866 | # 1282 |
MUSIC
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WALDEN
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8 8 8 8 8 8
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Hymn/Song Book
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