Sinner, art thou still secure?
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Sinner, art thou still secure?Wilt thou still refuse to pray?Can thy heart or hands endureIn the Lord's avenging day?
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At his presence nature shakes;Earth affrighted hastes to flee;Solid mountains melt like wax;What will then become of thee?
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Who his advent may abide?You that glory in your shame,Will you find a place to hide,When the world is wrapped in flame?