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A Meditation for a Traveller.
Upon this road I walk abroad;
But, oh! I do not know
But death may catch, yea, and dispatch
Me, ere I further go.
But, oh! I do not know
But death may catch, yea, and dispatch
Me, ere I further go.
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Each step I take, may even make
Me step downward to hell,
Because I move in sin, and love
That lust should in me dwell.
Me step downward to hell,
Because I move in sin, and love
That lust should in me dwell.
I bear the name, yet want the frame
Of Christianity;
Indwelling lust I love it most,
And hug it carefully.
Of Christianity;
Indwelling lust I love it most,
And hug it carefully.
O God of pow'r, on me, this hour,
Send down thy holy Spirit,
And work in me true love to thee,
That I may life inherit.
Send down thy holy Spirit,
And work in me true love to thee,
That I may life inherit.
Let me still think, that on the brink
Of death I daily stand;
Since ev'ry hour I am not sure
But thou'lt my soul demand.
Of death I daily stand;
Since ev'ry hour I am not sure
But thou'lt my soul demand.
Let me receive that heav'nly joy
And peace that's in believing,
That I may stand on Christ's right hand,
When judging dead and living.
And peace that's in believing,
That I may stand on Christ's right hand,
When judging dead and living.
I with my soul will God extol,
For all his goodness great,
And that he hath not, in his wrath,
Ere now made hell my fate.
For all his goodness great,
And that he hath not, in his wrath,
Ere now made hell my fate.
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