And will the Judge descend
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And will the Judge descend?And must the dead arise?And not a single soul escapeHis all-discerning eyes?
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How will my heart endureThe terrors of that day,When earth and heaven, before the Judge,Astonished, shrink away!
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But ere that trumpet shakesThe mansions of the dead,Hark! from the gospel's cheering soundWhat joyful tidings spread!
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Ye sinners, seek his graceWhose wrath ye cannot bear;Fly to the shelter of the cross,And find salvation there.
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So shall that curse remove,By which the Saviour bled;And the last awful day shall pourHis blessings on your head.