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THE GUILTY JUDGE.
That thoughtless soul 'tis hard to find,
Not guilty of some dirty plan,
Utters the charge, yet breaks behind—
Thou art the man!
Not guilty of some dirty plan,
Utters the charge, yet breaks behind—
Thou art the man!
Then hush'd the Judge's trump so shrill,
Let every mortal live that can;
Detecting fraud, I hear it thrill—
Thou art the man!
Let every mortal live that can;
Detecting fraud, I hear it thrill—
Thou art the man!
Such guilty wights were ever found
Since the creation first began;
We hear the trump of conscience sound—
Thou art the man!
Since the creation first began;
We hear the trump of conscience sound—
Thou art the man!
Take care, my soul, what lacks within,
Nor cast my friend in battle's van;
And hear, whilst I upbraid the same—
Thou art the man!
Nor cast my friend in battle's van;
And hear, whilst I upbraid the same—
Thou art the man!
Some coward may lend the deed a wing
The cruel blaze of guilt to fan;
To them the sounding wheel distinct—
Thou art the man!
The cruel blaze of guilt to fan;
To them the sounding wheel distinct—
Thou art the man!
By whom the Saviour was betrayed
To death, from which he rose again,
And tells thee while power arrayed—
Thou art the man!
To death, from which he rose again,
And tells thee while power arrayed—
Thou art the man!
How oft I frown upon the same,
Or whether in some gloomy plan,
'Tis written on my heart the same—
Thou art the man!
Or whether in some gloomy plan,
'Tis written on my heart the same—
Thou art the man!
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The man, while on life's flatt'ring wave,
Who next shall close another span;
Some voice may answer from the grave—
Thou art the man!
Who next shall close another span;
Some voice may answer from the grave—
Thou art the man!
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