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,
Ere yet it be too late;
And hear my Saviour’s dying groan;
To give those sorrows weight.
6 For never shall my soul despair
Her Pardon to secure,
Who knows the only Son hath dy'd
To make that pardon sure.
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First Line: | When rising from the bed of death |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1788 |
Topic: | Awakening and Inviting |