| Walter Scott - 1843 - 732 sider
...meet with sacred strain To close my lay, so light and vain, Thus the huly Fathers sung. BTBN FOR TBE DEAD. That day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall he the sinner's stay ? How snail he meet that dreadful day ? When, shrivelling like a parched scroll,... | |
| Matthew Hale Smith - 1844 - 412 sider
...sense be worth ? Bitterly, most bitterly, will many mourn over opportunities wasted and time misspent. "That day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven...parched scroll, The flamin'g heavens together roll ; And louder yet, and yet more dread, Swells the high trump that wakes the dead ; "O! on that day,... | |
| Baron Stow, Samuel Francis Smith - 1844 - 732 sider
...dust shall rise, With shouts of endless praise ! JUDGMENT DAY. 113O. LMW SCOTT. The great Day. 1 THE day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth...sinner's stay ? How shall he meet that dreadful day? — 5J When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll, Arid louder yet,... | |
| Matthew Hale Smith - 1844 - 412 sider
...sense be worth ? Bitterly, most bitterly, will many mourn over opportunities wasted and time misspent. "That day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven...What power shall be the sinner's stay ? How shall lie meet that dreadful day? " When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together... | |
| 1867 - 848 sider
...holy fathers sung : " That day of wrath ! that dreadful day When heaven and earth shall pass away 1 What power shall be the sinner's stay ? How shall...that dreadful day ? " When shrivelling like a parched seroll, The flaming heavens together roll ; And louder yet, and still more dread, Swells the high trump... | |
| William Buckton Holland - 1844 - 114 sider
...Thee shall joyful songs be raised, And endless thanks be given. HYMN L. (LM) THE day of wrath ! the dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay 1 Whom shall he trust that dreadful day? When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens... | |
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