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Revival Hymns. 4th ed.

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d101Sinner [sinners] turn, why will ye [you] die
d102Sinner [sinners], will you [ye] scorn [slight] the message
d103Sinners, away from Sinai fly
d104Sinners, hear, for God hath spoken
d105Sinners, this solemn truth regard
d106Sinners, you are now addressed
d107Smote by thy [the] law, I'm justly slain
d108Soon as from earth I go
d109Sovereign grace has [hath] power alone
d110Stop, poor sinner [sinners], stop and think
d111Terrible God, that [who] reigns on high
d112Terrible thought, shall I alone
d113That awful hour will soon appear
d114The Christian knows his God aright
d115The cross of Jesus purifies
d116The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear
d117The moment a sinner believes, and trusts in his crucified God
d118The Son of Man they did betray
d119The voice of free grace cries escape
d120Think, wordling, think, alas, how vain
d121This is the field, the world below, In which the sower
d122Though in the earthly church below
d123Thus saith the Lord to Ephesus
d124To seal the universal doom
d125Today if ye [you] will hear his voice
d126Vain, delusive world, adieu
d127Vain man [men], thy [your] fond pursuits forbear
d128Weary of struggling with my pain
d129What scenes of horror and of dread [death]
d130What wretched fools are they, who hear
d131When descending from the sky
d132When Syria's leprous chief
d133Whene'er a sinner turns to God
d134While God prolongs the day of grace
d135Whilst thee I seek, protecting power
d136Why should you say 'tis yet too soon
d137Why will ye [you] waste on trifling cares
d138With aching heart and weeping eyes
d139With bitter cries, and many tears
d140With holy fear, and humble song
d141With radiant beams the sun arose
d142Ye careless [carnal] professors, who rest on your lees
d143Ye sons of Adam, vain and young

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