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That day of wrath, that dreadful day

Author: Walter Scott Appears in 348 hymnals Used With Tune: IRAE
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How Dreadful, Lord, Will Be The Day

Author: Jane Taylor Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 21 hymnals Lyrics: 1 How dreadful, Lord, will be the day When all the tribes of dead shall rise; And those who dare to disobey, Be dragged before Thine angry eyes! 2 The wicked child, who often heard His pious parents speak of Thee, And fled from every serious word, Shall not be able then to flee. 3 No; he shall see them burst the tomb, And rise, and leave him trembling there, To hear his everlasting doom, With shame, and terror, and despair. 4 Whilst they appear at Thy right hand, With saints and angels round the throne, He, a poor guilty wretch, shall stand, And bear Thy dreadful wrath, alone! 5 No parent then shall bid him pray To Him who now the sinner hears; For Christ Himself shall turn away, And show no pity to his tears. 6 Great God! I tremble at the thought, And at Thy feet for mercy bend, That when to judgment I am brought, The Judge Himself may be my friend. Used With Tune: IRAE Text Sources: Hymns for Infant Minds, 1809
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O Hark Unto The Sounding Bell

Author: Paul B. Henkel Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 4 hymnals Lyrics: 1 O hark unto the sounding bell, What doth each stroke of tolling tell? ’Tis news to each attentive ear, Some one is fitted for the bier. 2 Since death is licensed here to rage Without respect to any age; The hoary head, and youth in bloom, Depart to their eternal home. 3 Death with an uncontrollèd force, Will take his way and have his course; Infectious air and pestilence Are not repulsed by man’s defense. 4 They who had thought the world their own Are with the meanest class cut down; Both king and princes have to die. And lay their pow’rs and honors by. 5 This is our just reward indeed, What can we say, what can we plead? Were we not warned, and warned again? But all we heard, we heard in vain. 6 But now we feel, we learn to fear, God’s threatened punishments are here: What can we do, but plead and pray, That God may turn His wrath away? Used With Tune: IRAE Text Sources: Church Hymn Book (New Market, VA: Solomon Henkel, 1816)
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When Dreadful O'er A Mourning Land

Author: William B. Collyer Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: When dreadful o’er a mourning land Lyrics: 1 When dreadful o’er a mourning land, In anger God extends His hand; Shut are the cisterns of the sky, And earth’s unnumbered springs are dry. 2 The blighted corn expects in vain, The early and the latter rain; Nor morn, nor evening dew, distils, To satisfy the thirsty hills. 3 No grass, no herb, adorns the ground, No blossom on the tree is found; No olive yields its cheering oil, Nor fruit rewards the tiller’s toil. 4 Creation droops on every hand, When famine desolates the land; And panting in the toils of death, The languid herds resign their breath. 5 Yet should the spring withhold her showers, Nor autumn yield her wonted stores, Should wintry tempests, loud and high, Rush on the summer’s smiling sky: 6 My soul, in this tremendous hour, Great God, would still adore Thy power; With trembling voice the anthem raise, And speak in dying strains Thy praise! Used With Tune: IRAE Text Sources: Hymns Partly Collected and Partly Original ( London: 1812)
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The Lord Shall Come

Author: William H. Bathurst Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: The Lord shall come; at that great day Lyrics: 1 The Lord shall come; at that great day The heavens, like smoke, shall pass away; And earth, by penal flames destroyed, Shall melt into the mighty void. 2 The Lord shall come; but not the same As once in lowliness He came, To dwell with sinful man below, In weakness, poverty, and woe; 3 No, when He comes the second time, Enthroned in majesty sublime, Unnumbered hosts His praise shall sing, And hail the universal King. 4 O, then shall guilty souls begin To taste the bitterness of sin; And vainly on the mountains call, To hide them from the Judge of all. 5 Then saints shall lift their waiting eyes, And to the heavenly mansions rise; Savior, our hearts by grace prepare With them Thy purchased bliss to share. Used With Tune: IRAE Text Sources: Psalms and Hymns, 1831
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Help Us, O Lord, The Good Decay

Author: Benjamin H. Kennedy Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: 1 Help us, O Lord, the good decay; The faithful from the world depart; The liar rules with subtle sway, The false smooth lip, the double heart. 2 The flatterer’s guile the Lord shall quell, The mouth that speaks with boastful glee— Our tongues in matchless power excel, Our lips are strong; what lord have we? 3 He hears the poor man’s deep-drawn sighs He sees the hearts that inly mourn, And Lo, I come, He saith, I rise To save thee from the tyrant’s scorn. 4 Thy Word is pure and perfect, Lord, As silver in the furnace tried: Seven times assayed, that holy Word Seven times hath come forth purified. 5 The souls, O Lord, that with Thee walk Thy love will shield in evil hour, On every side, though sinners stalk, And baseness climbs to lofty power. Used With Tune: IRAE Text Sources: Hymnologia Christiana (London: Longman, Green, Longman, Roberts & Green, 1863)
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The Days Of Paradise Were Few

Author: James Montgomery Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 2 hymnals First Line: The days of pa­ra­dise were few Lyrics: 1 The days of pa­ra­dise were few, Man lived not long in in­no­cence; He sinned, and sin his off­spring slew, Death passed on all for his of­fense. 2 Adam sur­vives through­out his race, We do our father’s deeds by choice; Like him, we shun our mak­er’s face, And tremble at our judge’s voice. 3 Yet is our mak­er still our friend; Man yet may meet his judge with joy; God, in our na­ture, did not send His Son to pun­ish and de­stroy. 4 He sent Him forth to seek and save The lost, the dy­ing, and the dead, Cancel the curse, de­spoil the grave, And bruise for­ev­er Sa­tan’s head. 5 Thou, who Thy Son to us didst give, That none who trust in Him should die; Give us to Him that we may live— To His aton­ing blood we fly. 6 Behold His sac­ri­fice of love, So free­ly of­fered in our stead; Behold Him at the throne ab­ove, And save the souls for whom He bled. Used With Tune: IRAE Text Sources: Sacred Poems and Hymns, (New York: D. Appleton, 1854)

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