The great judgement morning writer?

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The great judgement morning writer?I dreamed that the great judgement morning
Had dawned, and the trumpet had blown
I dreamed that all nations had gathered
To judgement before the white throne
From the throne came a bright shining angel
And he stood on the land and the sea
And swore with his hand raised to heaven
That time was no longer to be

And oh what weeping and wailing
As the lost were told of their fate
They cried for the rocks and the mountains
They prayed, but their prayers were too late

The rich man was there but his money
Had melted and vanished away
A pauper stood there in the judgement
His debts were too many to pay
The great man was there, but his greatness
When death came, was left far behind
The angel that opened the records
No trace of his greatness could find

And oh what weeping and wailing
As the lost were told of their fate
They cried for the rocks and the mountains
They prayed, but their prayers were too late

The widow was there and the orphan
God heard and remembered their cries
No sorrow in heaven forever
God wiped all the tears from their eyes
The gambler was there and the drunkard
And they who had sold them the drink
With people who gave them the license
Together in hell they did sink

And oh what weeping and wailing
As the lost were told of their fate
They cried for the rocks and the mountains
They prayed, but their prayers were too late

The moral man to the judgement
But self rightousness would not do
For the men who had crucified jesus
Had passed off as moral men too
And the souls that had put off salvation
Not tonight I'll get saved by and by
No time now to think of salvation
At last they had found time to die

And oh what weeping and wailing
As the lost were told of their fate
They cried for the rocks and the mountains
They prayed, but their prayers were too late

O escritor manhã grande julgamento?Sonhei que a manhã grande julgamento
Tinha amanhecido, e do trompete tinha explodido
Sonhei que todas as nações tinham se reunido
A julgamento perante o trono branco
Do trono veio um anjo brilhando
E ele estava na terra e no mar
E jurou com a mão levantada para o céu
Que o tempo já não era para ser
E oh, que chorando e lamentando
Como os perdidos foram informados de seu destino
Eles gritavam para as rochas e as montanhas
Eles oraram, mas as suas orações eram demasiado tarde
O homem rico estava lá, mas o seu dinheiro
Havia derretido e desapareceu
Um mendigo estava ali no julgamento
Suas dívidas eram muitas para pagar
O grande homem estava lá, mas sua grandeza
Quando a morte veio, foram deixados para trás
O anjo que abriu os registros
Nenhum traço de sua grandeza poderia encontrar
E oh, que chorando e lamentando
Como os perdidos foram informados de seu destino
Eles gritavam para as rochas e as montanhas
Eles oraram, mas as suas orações eram demasiado tarde
A viúva estava lá e ao órfão
Deus ouviu e lembrou-se seus gritos
Sem tristeza no céu para sempre
Deus enxugou as lágrimas de seus olhos
O jogador estava lá eo bêbado
E os que tinham vendido a bebida
Com as pessoas que lhes deram a licença
Juntos no inferno eles fizeram afundar
E oh, que chorando e lamentando
Como os perdidos foram informados de seu destino
Eles gritavam para as rochas e as montanhas
Eles oraram, mas as suas orações eram demasiado tarde
O homem moral para o julgamento
Mas rightousness eu não faria
Para os homens que crucificaram Jesus
Tinha passado como homens morais também
E as almas que tinha posto fora de salvação
Não esta noite eu serei salvo pelo e por
Não há tempo agora para pensar em salvação
Por fim, eles haviam encontrado tempo para morrer
E oh, que chorando e lamentando
Como os perdidos foram informados de seu destino
Eles gritavam para as rochas e as montanhas
Eles oraram, mas as suas orações eram demasiado tarde

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