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<h2>HEARKEN TO THE SOLEMN VOICE</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“The day of the Lord will come like a thief in the night.” 1 Thessalonians 5:2</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_w_e_wesley_c.html" target="_blank">Charles Wesley</a>, <em>Hymns and Sacred Poems</em>, 1742.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Amsterdam,” James Nares (1715-1783), in <em>The Foundery Collection</em>, 1742 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_a_amstrdam.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>Hearken to the solemn voice, the awful midnight cry;<br>
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Waiting souls, rejoice, rejoice, and see the Bridegroom nigh;<br>
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Lo! He comes to keep His Word, light and joy His looks impart;<br>
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Go ye forth to meet your Lord, and meet Him in your heart.</p>
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<p>Ye who faint beneath the load of sin, your heads lift up;<br>
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See your great redeeming God, He comes, and bids you hope:<br>
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In the midnight of your grief, Jesus doth His mourners cheer;<br>
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Lo! He brings you sure relief; believe, and feel Him here.</p>
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<p>Ye whose loins are girt, stand forth! Whose lamps are burning bright,<br>
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Worthy, in your Savior’s worth, to walk with Him in white:<br>
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Jesus bids your hearts be clean, bids you all His promise prove;<br>
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Jesus comes to cast out sin, and perfect you in love.</p>
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<p>Wait we all in patient hope, till Christ, the Judge, shall come,<br>
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We shall soon be all caught up to meet the general doom:<br>
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In an hour to us unknown, as a thief in deepest night,<br>
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Christ shall suddenly come down, with all His saints in light.</p>
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<p>Happy he whom Christ shall find watching to see Him come;<br>
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Him the Judge of all mankind shall bear triumphant home:<br>
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Who can answer to His Word? Which of you dares meet His day?<br>
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“Rise, and come to judgment!”—Lord, we rise, and come away.</p>
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