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<h2>SINNER, ART THOU STILL SECURE?</h2>
<p align="center"><h3>&#8220;Put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground.&#8221; Ephesians 6:13</h3></p>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_n_e_newton_j.jpg" alt="John Newton (1725-1807)" width="133.333333333333" height="196"></td>
<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_n_e_newton_j.html" target="_blank">John Newton</a>, <em>Olney Hymns</em> (London: W. Oliver, 1779).
<p><em>Music:</em> &#8220;Pleyel&#8217;s Hymn,&#8221; <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_p_l_pleyel_ij.html" target="_blank">Ignaz Josef Pleyel</a>, 1791 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_p_pleyel.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</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>Sinner, art thou still secure?<br>
Wilt thou still refuse to pray?<br>
Can thy heart or hands endure<br>
In the Lord&#8217;s avenging day?</p>
<p>See, His mighty arm is bared!<br>
Awful terrors clothe His brow!<br>
For His judgment stand prepared,<br>
Thou must either break or bow.</p>
<p>At His presence nature shakes,<br>
Earth affrighted hastes to flee;<br>
Solid mountains melt like wax,<br>
What will then become of thee?</p>
<p>Who His advent may abide?<br>
You that glory in your shame,<br>
Will you find a place to hide<br>
When the world is wrapped in flame?</p>
<p>Then the rich, the great, the wise,<br>
Trembling, guilty, self condemned;<br>
Must behold the wrathful eyes<br>
Of the Judge they once blasphemed:</p>
<p>Where are now their haughty looks?<br>
O, their horror and despair!<br>
When they see the opened books<br>
And their dreadful sentence hear!</p>
<p>Lord, prepare us by Thy grace,<br>
Soon we must resign our breath,<br>
And our souls be called to pass,<br>
Through the iron gate of death.</p>
<p>Let us now our day improve,<br>
Listen to the Gospel voice;<br>
Seek the things that are above;<br>
Scorn the world&#8217;s pretended joys.</p>
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