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Text: | Ah, the trembling of that day |
Translator: | John Brownlie |
Ah, the trembling of that day,
Ah, the terror, and the dread;
When the heavens are rolled away,
And the Judge of quick and dead
In the judgement shall not fail;--
Who shall not his sin bewail?
Spare me, Lord, Thy creature spare,
When to judgement I am borne;
I have sinned, but, Lord forbear,
Every sin I humbly mourn;
Thou alone art sinless! Save:
Grant the mercy that I crave.
Yea, my tears refuse to flow,
True repentance I have none;--
Were I contrite, I should know
All the evil I have done;
In my blindness mercy give,
Speak the word and I shall live.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Ah, the trembling of that day |
Title: | Ah, the trembling of that day |
Translator: | John Brownlie |
Meter: | 7,7,7,7,7,7 |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1920 |