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1 When, rising from the bed of death,
O’erwhelm'd with guilt and fear,
I see my Maker face to face,
O how shall I appear!
2 If yet, while pardon may be found,
And mercy may be sought,
My heart with inward horror shrinks,
And trembles at the thought:--
3 When thou, O Lord! shalt stand disclos'd
In majesty severe,
And sit in judgment on my soul,
O how shall I appear!
4 But there's forgiveness, Lord, with thee;
Thy nature is benign:
Thy pard'ning mercy I implore;
For mercy, Lord, is thine.
5 O let thy boundless mercy shine
On my benighted soul!
Correct my passions, mend my heart,
And all my fears control.
6 And may I taste thy richer grace
In that decisive hour,
When Christ to judgment shall descend,
And time shall be no more.
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First Line: | When, rising from the bed of death |
Title: | The Terrors of Judgment, and Penitence from them |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1845 |
Topic: | Consummation of Things: Judgment and Eternity |