1 When, rising from the bed of death,
O’erwhelm'd with guilt and fear,
I see my Maker face to face,
Oh, 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 disclosed
In majesty severe,
And sit in judgment on my soul,
Oh, 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 Oh, 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 |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Christians: their life and experience; Death: anticipation of |
Notes: | Author from index: Addison |