Earth’s har­vest of souls is come,
Her sum­mer for­ev­er past;
How so­lemn the thought!
The de­luge of doom
Breaks ov­er the world at last.

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The day of His wrath is come:
Who shall be able, be able to stand?
Who mid the floods of de­vour­ing flame
In safe­ty shall dwell at the King’s right hand?
Who mid the floods of de­vour­ing flame
Shall dwell, shall dwell,
Shall dwell at the King’s right hand?

O hark to the aw­ful din!
The tem­pest be­clouds the sky;
And now from the slaves
Of death and of sin
Ariseth this bit­ter cry:

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What hor­ror of grim des­pair!
All faces are wan and pale;
The host of the lost
Are ga­ther­ing here
To join in one hope­less wail:

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No long­er may peace be sought,
No long­er are sins for­giv’n;
The Judge has de­creed
He know­eth them not,
And barred is the gate of Heav’n.

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O wan­d’rer, re­turn to God,
The mes­sage of love ob­ey;
O spurn not the call—
Believe on the Lord,
And stand in that fear­ful day.

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