Text: | Judgment |
1 When rising from the Bed of Death,
O’erwhelmed with Guilt and Fear,
I view my Maker Face to Face
O how shall I appear.
2 If yet, while Pardon may be found,
And Mercy may be sought,
My soul 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 O may my broken, contrite Heart
Timely my Sins lament,
And early with repentant Tears
Eternal Woe prevent!
5 Behold the Sorrows of my Heart,
E'er yet it be too late;
And hear my Saviour’s dying Groans,
to give those sorrows weight.
6 For never shall my soul despair
Her Pardon to secure;
Who knows the only Son has died
To make that Pardon sure.
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First Line: | When rising from the Bed of Death |
Title: | Judgment |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1737 |