The Sacred Harp 2012 Cooper Book Edition
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Song · Page 378b

Eureka

Lyrics

Soon will this mortal life be o’er,
This body moulder into dust;
Naked my soul will stand before
A God that’s holy, pure and just.

Its standing doom of bliss or woe
Will from the Great I Am receive;
Up to the realms of glory go,
Or in hell’s torments ever live.