| The judgement day is drawing nigh
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| Where shall I be When God the work of men shall try
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| Where shall I be When east and west the fire will roll
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| Where shall I be How will it be with my poor soul
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| Where shall I be Oh, where shall I be When the first trumpet sounds
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| Oh, where shall I be When it sounds so loud
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| When it sounds so loud as to wake up the dead
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| Oh, where shall I be when it sounds
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| When wicked men his wrath shall see
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| Where shall I be And to the rocks and mountains flee
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| Where shall I be When hills and mountains flee away
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| Where shall I be And all the work of men decay
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| Where shall I be Oh, where shall I be When the first trumpet sounds
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| Oh, where shall I be When it sounds so loud
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| When it sounds so loud as to wake up the dead
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| Oh, where shall I be when it sounds
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| When the savior reigns from shore to shore
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| Where shall I be From God’s angry presence thrown
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| Where shall I be Well, I’ll be sleeping in my grave
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| When the first trumpet sounds
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| I’ll be sleeping in my grave
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| When it sounds so loud
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| When it sounds so loud as to wake up the dead
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| I’ll be sleeping in my grave when it sounds
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| Oh, I’ll be sleeping in my grave
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| When the first trumpet sounds
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| I’ll be sleeping in my grave
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| When it sounds so loud
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| When it sounds so loud as to wake up the dead
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| I’ll be sleeping in my grave when it sounds |