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CLXVI. |
CLXVII. |
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CLXXI. |
CLXXII. |
CLXXIII. |
CLXXIV. |
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CLXXIX. |
CLXXX. |
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CC. |
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CCXIX. |
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CCXXX. |
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605.
[I know the Judge is always near]
Know that it is near, even at the doors.
—xxiv. 33.
I know the Judge is always near,
His summons vibrates in my ear,
While at His feet I bow;
Attentive to the solemn sound,
No more by noisy passions drown'd,
I hear the trumpet now.
His summons vibrates in my ear,
While at His feet I bow;
Attentive to the solemn sound,
No more by noisy passions drown'd,
I hear the trumpet now.
O may I ever more advert
To mercy speaking in my heart,
By Jesus' word pursued,
Stirr'd up to never-ceasing prayer,
Warn'd by the voice that cries, Prepare,
Prepare to meet thy God!
To mercy speaking in my heart,
By Jesus' word pursued,
Stirr'd up to never-ceasing prayer,
Warn'd by the voice that cries, Prepare,
Prepare to meet thy God!
Thus would I watch till life is o'er,
Till Jesus standing at the door
The door throws open wide,
A kingdom to His servant gives,
And every ready soul receives
To triumph at His side.
Till Jesus standing at the door
The door throws open wide,
A kingdom to His servant gives,
And every ready soul receives
To triumph at His side.
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