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[Tophet its mouth hath open'd wide]
Let not the pit shut her mouth upon me.
—lxix. 15.
Tophet its mouth hath open'd wide,
To swallow up my soul;
And still I on the brink abide
Of the sulphureous pool.
O let Thy mercy interpose,
While on the brink I stay;
And suffer not the pit to close
Its mouth upon its prey.
To swallow up my soul;
And still I on the brink abide
Of the sulphureous pool.
O let Thy mercy interpose,
While on the brink I stay;
And suffer not the pit to close
Its mouth upon its prey.
The inextinguishable fire
Kindled in me I feel;
And never was a sinner nigher,
Yet not shut up in hell.
As scorch'd I call on Jesu's name,
Thou dying Lamb of God;
No water can assuage the flame,—
O quench it in Thy blood!
Kindled in me I feel;
And never was a sinner nigher,
Yet not shut up in hell.
As scorch'd I call on Jesu's name,
Thou dying Lamb of God;
No water can assuage the flame,—
O quench it in Thy blood!
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