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SOLILOQUY XXXIV.
Look down, with pity, gracious Lord, look down,
From thy unbounded heights of happiness,
On me a wretched, but a suppliant sinner.
Thy times are always; mine will soon be past,
And measur'd out; while thine are still unchang'd:
In boundless life, and undiminish'd bliss
Thou sitt'st secure; while all created things
In a perpetual motion glide along,
And ev'ry instant change their fleeting forms.
From thy unbounded heights of happiness,
On me a wretched, but a suppliant sinner.
Thy times are always; mine will soon be past,
And measur'd out; while thine are still unchang'd:
In boundless life, and undiminish'd bliss
Thou sitt'st secure; while all created things
In a perpetual motion glide along,
And ev'ry instant change their fleeting forms.
O be not slack to hear! my time is wing'd,
See how my sun declines! 'tis sinking fast,
And dying into darkness; the night is near,
The fatal night of death, when I shall sleep
Unactive in the damp and gloomy grave.
See how my sun declines! 'tis sinking fast,
And dying into darkness; the night is near,
The fatal night of death, when I shall sleep
Unactive in the damp and gloomy grave.
This is th' important hour, the hour of grace
And offer'd life; salvation hangs upon it.
Nor let my importunity offend thee,
'Tis now, 'tis now or never I must speed;
This day, this hour, this fleeting moment's more
Than I can boast, or truly call my own;
Ev'n now it flies—'tis gone—'tis past for ever!
And offer'd life; salvation hangs upon it.
Nor let my importunity offend thee,
'Tis now, 'tis now or never I must speed;
This day, this hour, this fleeting moment's more
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Ev'n now it flies—'tis gone—'tis past for ever!
But oh! the strict account I have to give
Remains uncancel'd; yet my pardon stands
Perhaps unseal'd, or not to me confirm'd.
Regard my anguish while I call aloud
For mercy, and a signal of thy love.
Before I die, O let my longing soul
Receive an earnest of its future bliss!
Remains uncancel'd; yet my pardon stands
Perhaps unseal'd, or not to me confirm'd.
Regard my anguish while I call aloud
For mercy, and a signal of thy love.
Before I die, O let my longing soul
Receive an earnest of its future bliss!
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