Hymns and Tunes 1876 127
Hymn 127
1SINNERS, haste to mercy's gate,
Strive, oh ! strive to enter there ;
Hasten, lest ye come too late,
Lest in vain shall be your prayer.
2Soon the Saviour will arise,
And forever shut the door ;
Hopeless then will be your cries ;
Mercy's day will be no more.
3From his glorious seat within,
Zion's King no living foot,
Then will say, Ye slaves of sin,
Hence depart, I know you not.
4Oh ! the anguish of that word :
Anguish which no measure knows ;
Sinners, haste to seek the Lord,
Ere the door of mercy close.
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- 7.7.7.7
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- trochaic (DUM-da) · 73% of beats fit
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