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THE LAST DAY.
THAT day of wrath, that dreadful day,
When shrivelling like a parched scroll,
Oh, on that day, that wrathful day,
NOT unto us, O Lord, not unto us, but unto thy name give glory. The Lord hath been mindful of us, and he will bless us; he will bless them that fear his name, both great and small. All the whole heavens are the Lord's; the earth hath he given to the children of men. The dead praise not thee, O Lord, neither they that go down into silence. But we will praise the Lord from this time forth and for evermore.