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How many generations dead

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: Sacred Poems and Hymns #233 (1854) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: How many generations dead Dwell in the dust on which we tread! How many yet may spring to birth, When we are seen no more on earth! Till, of past, present and to come, Time shall cast up the destined sum, And, name by name, through that amount, Call every unit to account. Where'er ensepulchred they lie, Each then must answer, "Here am I!" And once, but once, all Adam's race Meet for a moment face to face. 231 Then shall the King on either side, As sheep from goats, the throng divide, And those to bliss, and these to woe, Rejoicing or lamenting go. How small to that assembly this! Yet heirs like them of woe or bliss: Were the last trumpet now to sound, On whether hand should we be found? "Guilty" we plead, O Judge of all! Guilty into Thine hands we fall; The friend of sinners still art Thou; Save or we perish, save us now! Topics: Life and death and judgment Languages: English
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How Many Generations Dead

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16409 Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: How many ge­ne­ra­tions dead Lyrics: 1 How many ge­ne­ra­tions dead Dwell in the dust on which we tread! How many yet may spring to birth, When we are seen no more on earth! 2 Till, of past, pre­sent and to come, Time shall cast up the des­tined sum, And, name by name, through that amount, Call ev­ery soul to strict ac­count. 3 Where’er en­se­pul­chered they lie, Each then must an­swer, "Here am I!" And once, but once, all Ad­am’s race Meet for a mo­ment face to face. 4 Then shall the King on ei­ther side, As sheep from goats, the throng di­vide, And those to bliss, and these to woe, Rejoicing or la­ment­ing go. 5 How small to that as­sem­bly this! Yet heirs like them of woe or bliss: Were the last trum­pet now to sound, With sheep or goats would we be found? 6 "Guilty" we plead, O Judge of all! Guilty in­to Thine hands we fall; The friend of sin­ners still art Thou; Save or we per­ish, save us now! Languages: English Tune Title: STORRS

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