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That day of wrath! that dreadful day
Hymnal: Hymn Tunes #39 (1897) Hymnal Title: Hymn Tunes Languages: English Tune Title: [That day of wrath! that dreadful day]
That day of wrath! that dreadful day
That day of wrath! that dreadful day
Author: Walter Scott; Thomas of Celano Hymnal: New Manual of Praise #602 (1901) Hymnal Title: New Manual of Praise Languages: English Tune Title: DIES IRAE
That day of wrath! that dreadful day
That day of wrath, that dreadful day
Author: Thomas of Celano Hymnal: Songs for the Chapel #254 (1909) Hymnal Title: Songs for the Chapel Languages: English Tune Title: JUDEX
That day of wrath, that dreadful day
That day of wrath, that dreadful day
Author: Sir Walter Scott Hymnal: The Abingdon Hymnal #279 (1928) Hymnal Title: The Abingdon Hymnal Languages: English Tune Title: IRAE
That day of wrath, that dreadful day
That day of wrath, that dreadful day
Author: Sir W. Scott Hymnal: The Chapel Hymnal with Tunes #158 (1882) Hymnal Title: The Chapel Hymnal with Tunes Languages: English Tune Title: DIES IRAE
That day of wrath, that dreadful day
When Dreadful O'er A Mourning Land
Author: William B. Collyer Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8173 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Hymnal Title: The Cyber Hymnal First Line: When dreadful o’er a mourning land Lyrics: 1 When dreadful o’er a mourning land,
In anger God extends His hand;
Shut are the cisterns of the sky,
And earth’s unnumbered springs are dry.
2 The blighted corn expects in vain,
The early and the latter rain;
Nor morn, nor evening dew, distils,
To satisfy the thirsty hills.
3 No grass, no herb, adorns the ground,
No blossom on the tree is found;
No olive yields its cheering oil,
Nor fruit rewards the tiller’s toil.
4 Creation droops on every hand,
When famine desolates the land;
And panting in the toils of death,
The languid herds resign their breath.
5 Yet should the spring withhold her showers,
Nor autumn yield her wonted stores,
Should wintry tempests, loud and high,
Rush on the summer’s smiling sky:
6 My soul, in this tremendous hour,
Great God, would still adore Thy power;
With trembling voice the anthem raise,
And speak in dying strains Thy praise! Languages: English Tune Title: IRAE
When Dreadful O'er A Mourning Land
The Lord Shall Come
Author: William H. Bathurst Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9544 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Hymnal Title: The Cyber Hymnal First Line: The Lord shall come; at that great day Lyrics: 1 The Lord shall come; at that great day
The heavens, like smoke, shall pass away;
And earth, by penal flames destroyed,
Shall melt into the mighty void.
2 The Lord shall come; but not the same
As once in lowliness He came,
To dwell with sinful man below,
In weakness, poverty, and woe;
3 No, when He comes the second time,
Enthroned in majesty sublime,
Unnumbered hosts His praise shall sing,
And hail the universal King.
4 O, then shall guilty souls begin
To taste the bitterness of sin;
And vainly on the mountains call,
To hide them from the Judge of all.
5 Then saints shall lift their waiting eyes,
And to the heavenly mansions rise;
Savior, our hearts by grace prepare
With them Thy purchased bliss to share. Languages: English Tune Title: IRAE
The Lord Shall Come
Help Us, O Lord, The Good Decay
Author: Benjamin H. Kennedy Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9581 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Hymnal Title: The Cyber Hymnal Lyrics: 1 Help us, O Lord, the good decay;
The faithful from the world depart;
The liar rules with subtle sway,
The false smooth lip, the double heart.
2 The flatterer’s guile the Lord shall quell,
The mouth that speaks with boastful glee—
Our tongues in matchless power excel,
Our lips are strong; what lord have we?
3 He hears the poor man’s deep-drawn sighs
He sees the hearts that inly mourn,
And Lo, I come, He saith, I rise
To save thee from the tyrant’s scorn.
4 Thy Word is pure and perfect, Lord,
As silver in the furnace tried:
Seven times assayed, that holy Word
Seven times hath come forth purified.
5 The souls, O Lord, that with Thee walk
Thy love will shield in evil hour,
On every side, though sinners stalk,
And baseness climbs to lofty power.
Languages: English Tune Title: IRAE
Help Us, O Lord, The Good Decay
How Dreadful, Lord, Will Be The Day
Author: Jane Taylor Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11015 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Hymnal Title: The Cyber Hymnal Lyrics: 1 How dreadful, Lord, will be the day
When all the tribes of dead shall rise;
And those who dare to disobey,
Be dragged before Thine angry eyes!
2 The wicked child, who often heard
His pious parents speak of Thee,
And fled from every serious word,
Shall not be able then to flee.
3 No; he shall see them burst the tomb,
And rise, and leave him trembling there,
To hear his everlasting doom,
With shame, and terror, and despair.
4 Whilst they appear at Thy right hand,
With saints and angels round the throne,
He, a poor guilty wretch, shall stand,
And bear Thy dreadful wrath, alone!
5 No parent then shall bid him pray
To Him who now the sinner hears;
For Christ Himself shall turn away,
And show no pity to his tears.
6 Great God! I tremble at the thought,
And at Thy feet for mercy bend,
That when to judgment I am brought,
The Judge Himself may be my friend. Languages: English Tune Title: IRAE
How Dreadful, Lord, Will Be The Day
O Hark Unto The Sounding Bell
Author: Paul B. Henkel Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12644 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Hymnal Title: The Cyber Hymnal Lyrics: 1 O hark unto the sounding bell,
What doth each stroke of tolling tell?
’Tis news to each attentive ear,
Some one is fitted for the bier.
2 Since death is licensed here to rage
Without respect to any age;
The hoary head, and youth in bloom,
Depart to their eternal home.
3 Death with an uncontrollèd force,
Will take his way and have his course;
Infectious air and pestilence
Are not repulsed by man’s defense.
4 They who had thought the world their own
Are with the meanest class cut down;
Both king and princes have to die.
And lay their pow’rs and honors by.
5 This is our just reward indeed,
What can we say, what can we plead?
Were we not warned, and warned again?
But all we heard, we heard in vain.
6 But now we feel, we learn to fear,
God’s threatened punishments are here:
What can we do, but plead and pray,
That God may turn His wrath away? Languages: English Tune Title: IRAE
O Hark Unto The Sounding Bell
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