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I SAW, BEYOND THE TOMB

Scripture Verse

The harvest is past. Jeremiah 8:20

Introduction

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Timothy Dwight (1752–1817)

Words: Ti­mo­thy Dwight, in Vil­lage Hymns, by Asa­hel Net­tle­ton (Hart­ford, Con­nec­ti­cut: Good­win & Com­pa­ny, print­er, 1824), num­ber 33. The har­vest is past.

Music: Wirks­worth in John Che­tham’s Psal­mo­dy, 1718 (🔊 ).

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Lyrics

I saw, be­yond the tomb,
The aw­ful Judge ap­pear,
Prepared to scan with strict ac­count,
My bless­ings wast­ed here.

His wrath, like flam­ing fire,
Burned to the low­est hell—
And in that hope­less world of woe,
He bade my spir­it dwell—

Ye sin­ners, fear the Lord,
While yet ’tis called to­day;
Soon will the aw­ful voice of death
Command your souls away.

Soon will the har­vest close—
The sum­mer soon be o’er—
And soon, your in­jured, ang­ry God
Will hear your pray­ers no more.