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Note that the book from which this song was taken is currently out of print.

Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise
Awake before the dreadful morning rise:
Change your vain thoughts, your sinful works an end;

Fly to the Savior, make the Judge your friend;
Lest, like a lion, his vengance tear
Your trembling souls, and no deliverance near.