| When rising from the bed of death
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| Overwhelmed with guilt and fear
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| I see my Maker face to face
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| O how shall I appear?
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| If yet, while pardon may be found
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| And mercy may be sought
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| My heart with inward horror shrinks
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| And trembles at the thought
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| When Thou, O Lord, shall stand disclosed
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| In majesty severe
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| And sit in judgment on my soul
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| O how shall I appear?
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| But Thou hast told the troubled mind
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| Who does her sins lament
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| The timely tribute of her tears
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| Shall endless woe prevent
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| Then see the sorrow of my heart
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| Ere yet it be too late
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| And hear my Savior’s dying groans
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| To give those sorrows weight
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| Poem by Joseph Addison |