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Before the great Jehovah's bar
Soon must assembled worlds appear;
And every word, and deed, and thought
Shall into judgment then be brought.
Then all shall hear the righteous doom
Of wrath or endless joys to come;
And each receive his just reward
Of bliss or vengeance from the Lord.
Dear Lord, it was Thine highest joy
To save where sin did once destroy:
While thund'ring vengeance rolls above,
We trust in Thy redeeming love.
Hail, God of unexampled grace!
All heav'n shall sound Thine endless praise;
High glories to the dying Lamb,
Who death by His own death o'ercame.
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