O my friends, my soul cries out to you from the infernal fire
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How dreadful it is to suffer the fierceness and wrath of God
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for one moment . . . but I must suffer it for all eternity.
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There will be no end to this exquisite horrible misery
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When I look forward I see a long forever,
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a boundless duration before me which devours
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my thoughts and terrifies my soul .
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For I know certainly that I must wear out long ages,
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millions and millions of ages, in wrestling and
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conflicting with this divine merciless vengeance.
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And when I am so done, when so many ages have
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actually been spent in this manner.
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In know, that this is all but a point to what remains.
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[Based on Jonathan Edwards' classic homily, 1741]
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It came upon me unexpected
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Like a thief, Death outwitted me
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O my foolishness
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I was arrogant towards God and man,
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pursuing my own vanities
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And when I said, "All is well,"
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Then, sudden destruction came upon me.
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Day of the damned at the throne they stand
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Sinners in the hands of the God of man.
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Who is the One enthroned in the sky?
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Behold it is Christ, in glory and might
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Yes He, the One they crucified.
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Who can withstand the weight of divine vengeance?
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There is no fortress or power that can defend
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us from the power of God . . .
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For as wax melteth before the fire, so shall the
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wicked, at the presence of the Lord.
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Vengeance is mine, a thunderous rhyme
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A frightening voice to the blasphemous mind
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Who is He who roars from the sky?
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Behold it is Him, the Conqueror of sin
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Yes He, the One they crucified.
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Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God
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The fire awaits my soul
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To the chasm of Hell I will go . . .
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Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God
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The fire awaits my soul
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For the Devil and demons I know . . .
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And who can save me now . . . I don't know.
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Or who can wake me from this terror I behold.
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Sinners In The Hands Of An Angry God
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| Lordian Guard |
