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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421613" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Hiding Place</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">See the gloomy gath'ring cloud<br>Hanging o'er a sinful land!<br>Sure the Lord proclaims aloud,<br>Times of trouble are at hand:<br>Happy they, who love his name!<br>They shall always find him near;<br>Though the earth were wrapped in flame,<br>They have no just cause for fear. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hark! his voice in accents mild,<br>O, how comforting and sweet!<br>Speaks to every humble child,<br>Pointing out a sure retreat!<br>Come, and in my chambers hide,<br>To my saints of old well known;<br>There you safely may abide,<br>Till the storm be overblown. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You have only to repose<br>On my wisdom, love, and care;<br>Where my wrath consumes my foes,<br>Mercy shall my children spare:<br>While they perish in the flood,<br>You that bear my holy mark,<br>Sprinkled with atoning blood,<br>Shall be safe within the ark. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sinners, see the ark prepared!<br>Haste to enter while there's room;<br>Though the Lord his arm has bared,<br>Mercy still retards your doom:<br>Seek him while there yet is hope,<br>Ere the day of grace be past;<br>Lest in wrath he give you up,<br>And this call should prove your last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Newton">John Newton</a><div class=q>
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Hanging o'er a sinful land!
Sure the Lord proclaims aloud,
Times of trouble are at hand:
Happy they, who love his name!
They shall always find him near;
Though the earth were wrapped in flame,
They have no just cause..."></div>
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