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Wake! or soon your souls will fall, Fall in deep de - spair.
Woe to him who turns a
sus kind-ly calls to - day;
Come, 0 sin-ner, while you may, Raise your soul in prayer.
Mourn too late your doom !
Quick to Jesus fly!
Soon, O soon you'll die.
UNIVERSITY, 05 W.YO
3. Let cares, like a wild deluge, come, And storms of sorrow fall; May I but safely reach my home, My God my heaven,
my all. O that will be, &c 4. There shall I bathie my weary soul In seas of heavenly rest, And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast. O'that will be, &c. 5. When we've been there ten thousand years, Bright shining as the sun, We've no less days to sing God's praise Than when we first begun, O that, &c.