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Words: Attributed to the Countess of Huntingdon (1707-1791).
Music: "Meribah," Lowell Mason, 1839
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Courtesy of Yale Divinity Library |
When Thou, my righteous Judge shall come
To take Thy ransomed people home,
Shall I among them stand?
Shall such a worthless worm as I,
Who sometimes am afraid to die,
Be found at Thy right hand!
I love to meet among them now,
Before Thy gracious feet to bow,
Though vilest of them all:
But can I bear the piercing thought?
What if my name should be left out,
When Thou for them shalt call!
Prevent, prevent it by Thy grace;
Be Thou, dear Lord, my hiding place,
In this, th'accepted day:
Thy pardoning voice, O, let me hear,
To still my unbelieving fear,
Nor let me fall, I pray.
Let me among Thy saints be found
Whene'er the archangel's trump shall sound,
To see Thy smiling face;
Then loudest of the crowd I'll sing,
While heavens resounding mansions ring,
With shouts of sovereign grace.
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