The Poems of J. J. Callanan | ||
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ON THE LAST DAY.
Oh! after life's dark sinful way,
How shall I meet that dreadful day,
When heaven's red blaze spreads frightfully
Above the hissing with'ring sea,—
And earth thro' all her regions reels,
With the strong—shiv'ring fear she feels.
How shall I meet that dreadful day,
When heaven's red blaze spreads frightfully
Above the hissing with'ring sea,—
And earth thro' all her regions reels,
With the strong—shiv'ring fear she feels.
When that high trumpet's awful sound,
Shall send its deep-voiced summons round,—
And starting from their long, cold sleep,
The living-dead shall wildly leap!
Oh! by the painful path you trod,
Have mercy then—my Lord! my God!
Shall send its deep-voiced summons round,—
And starting from their long, cold sleep,
The living-dead shall wildly leap!
Oh! by the painful path you trod,
Have mercy then—my Lord! my God!
Oh! thou who on that hill of blood,
Beside thy Son in anguish stood;—
Thou, who above this life of ill,
Art the bright star to guide us still;
Pray that my soul, its sins forgiv'n,
May find some lonely home in heav'n.
Beside thy Son in anguish stood;—
Thou, who above this life of ill,
Art the bright star to guide us still;
Pray that my soul, its sins forgiv'n,
May find some lonely home in heav'n.
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