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My Thoughts On Awful Subjects Roll

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11230 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 My thoughts on awful subjects roll, Damnation and the dead; What horrors seize the guilty soul Upon a dying bed! 2 Lingering about these mortal shores, She makes a long delay, Till, like a flood, with rapid force Death sweeps the wretch away. 3 Then swift and dreadful she descends Down to the fiery coast, Amongst abominable fiends, Herself a frightful ghost. 4 There endless crowds of sinners lie, And darkness makes their chains; Tortured with keen despair they cry, Yet wait for fiercer pains. 5 Not all their anguish and their blood For their old guilt atones, Nor the compassion of a God Shall hearken to their groans. 6 Amazing grace! that kept my breath Nor bid my soul remove, Till I had learned my Savior’s death And well insured His love. Languages: English Tune Title: MANOAH

My thoughts on awful subjects roll

Hymnal: A Collection of Spiritual Songs and Hymns #XLVII (1801) Lyrics: 1 My thoughts on awful subjects roll, Damnation and the dead; What horrors seize the guilty soul Upon a dying bed! 2 Lingering about these mortal shores, She makes a long delay, Till like a flood, with rapid force, Death sweeps the wretch away. 3 Then swift and dreadful she descends Down to the fiery coast, Amongst abominable fiends Herself a frighted ghost. 4 There endless crowds of sinners lie, And darkness makes their chains; Tortur'd with keen despair they cry, Yet wait for fiercer pains. 5 Not all their anguish and their blood For their old guilt atones, Nor the compassion of a God Shall hearken to their groans. 6 Amazing grace, that kept my breath, Nor bid my soul remove, Till I had learn'd my Saviour's death, And well insur'd his love. Languages: English

My Thoughts on awful Subjects roll

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #II.II (1766) Lyrics: 1 My Thoughts on awful Subjects roll, Damnation and the Dead, What Horrors seize the guilty Soul Upon a dying Bed! 2 Ling'ring about these mortal Shores, She makes a long Delay, Till like a Flood, with rapid Force Death sweeps the Wretch away. 3 Then swift and dreadful she descends Down to the fiery Coast, Amongst abominable Fiends, Herself a frightful Ghost. 4 There endless Crowds of Sinners lie, And Darkness makes their Chains; Tortur'd with keen Despair they cry, Yet wait for fiercer Pains. 5 Not all their Anguish, and their Blood For their old Guilt atones, Nor the Compassion of a God Shall hearken to their Groans. 6 Amazing Grace, that kept my Breath, Nor bid my Soul remove, Till I had learn'd my Saviour's Death, And well insur'd his Love. Topics: Death of a Sinner terrible; Death of a Savior Languages: English

My thoughts on awful subjects roll

Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Spiritual Songs #XLVII (1801) Lyrics: 1 My thoughts on awful subjects roll, Damnation and the dead; What horrors seize the guilty soul Upon a dying bed! 2 Lingering about these mortal shores, She makes a long delay, Till like a flood, with rapid force, Death sweeps the wretch away. 3 Then swift and dreadful she descends Down to the fiery coast, Amongst abominable fiends Herself a frighted ghost. 4 There endless crowds of sinners lie, And darkness makes their chains; Tortur'd with keen despair they cry, Yet wait for fiercer pains. 5 Not all their anguish and their blood For their old guilt atones, Nor the compassion of a God Shall hearken to their groans. 6 Amazing grace, that kept my breath, Nor bid my soul remove, Till I had learn'd my Saviour's death, And well insur'd his love. Languages: English

My thoughts on awful subjects roll

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #726 (1828) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 My thoughts on awful subjects roll, Damnation and the dead; What horrors seize the guilty soul Upon a dying bed! 2 Lingering about these mortal shores She makes a long delay, Till like a flood, with rapid force, Death sweeps the wretch away. 3 Then swift and dreadful she descends Down to the fiery coast, Amongst abominable fiends, Herself a frightful ghost. 4 There endless crowds of sinners lie, And darkness makes their chains; Tortur'd with keen despair they cry, Yet wait for fiercer pains. 5 Not all their anguish and their blood For their old guilt atones; Nor the compassion of a God Shall hearken to their groans. 6 Amazing grace, that kept my breath, Nor bid my soul remove, Till I had learn'd my Saviour's death, And well insur'd his love! Topics: Death Death of the wicked; The Death of a Sinner