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| 1 |
See how the Scriptures are fulfilling! Poor sinners are returning home; The time that prophets were foretelling, With signs and wonders now has come. The gospel trumpets are a roaring, From sea to sea, from land to land; God's holy spirit is down pouring, And Christians joining heart and hand. |
Fulfillment 102, Stanza 1 |
Fulfillment 102, Stanza 1 |
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| 2 |
Ten thousands fall before Jehovah: For mercy, mercy loud they cry; They raise a shouting hallelujah, All glory be to God on high. But many cry, 'tis all disorder, And disbelieve God's holy word; This makes them cry and shout the louder, All glory, glory to the Lord. |
Fulfillment 102, Stanza 2 |
Fulfillment 102, Stanza 2 |
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| 3 |
O! sinners hear our invitation; You are but feeble, dying worms: O! fly to Jesus for salvation, Or you will meet God's awful storms. We charge you all in name of Jesus, The awful judge of quick and dead; But if you should refuse to hear us, Your blood shall be upon your head. |
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Now God is calling ev'ry nation, The bond and free, the rich and poor, These are the days of visitation; Sweet gospel grace will soon be o'er. The Lord shall come, all cloth'd in thunder, And light'ning streaming from his eyes; O! then he'll cut his foes asunder, And lay them where the damned lies. |
Fulfillment 102, Stanza 3 |
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| 5 |
The sun affrighted from his centre, Envelop'd in a western cloud; The stars to shine now dare not venture; Pale Phoebus cloth'd in scarlet shroud. The sea and land together burning, The flames ascend the melting sky; All nature now to nought returning, Hark! Hark! the herald angels cry. |
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| 6 |
Rise, Zion, rise in brilliant glory, And march toward the judgment seat; Now hearken to the pleasant story, When Jesus and his bride shall meet. With smiling looks of approbation, Invites her to his lovely arms; And she is fill'd with transportation, Dissolved in his heav'nly charms. |
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| 7 |
There lovely spirits harmonizing, In all the sweets of perfect love; Meanwhile a gloomy cloud arising, And seem'd toward the bar to move. See millions of poor wretched creatures, Compell'd by justice to appear; Deep horror painted all their features, And color'd them with black despair. |
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| 8 |
Hideous cries and lamentations, But no relief can there be found; The judge pronounces condemnation, And seven thunders echo round. Down to the lake of burning fire, And never more my face to see; You're bound to bear my dreadful ire, And blow the flames eternally. |
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| 9 |
Now devils drag them down the centre, Into the gulph of burning woe; Poor wretches! how they dread to enter, But forc'd by vengeance, down they go. Now they are paid for persecuting And opposing the work of God; For all the time they spent disputing, And trampling on a Saviour's blood. |
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| 10 |
O! Christians double your diligence; With courage march the heav'nly road; Remember this, that double vengeance, Will fall on those that turn from God. Your children all must be converted, Or they can never rest with you; God's word cannot be controverted: God bless you all--Amen--Adieu. |
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