#63Righteous Judge

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WHEN thou, my righteous Judge, shall come, To call thy ransomed people home. Shall I among them stand? Shall such a worthless worm as I, Who sometimes am afraid to die, Be found at thy right hand?
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I love to meet among them now, Before thy gracious throne to bow, Though weakest of them all; But can I bear the piercing thought, To have my worthless name left out, When thou for them shalt call?
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Prevent, prevent it, by thy grace! Be thou, dear Lord, my hiding-place. In that expected day. Thy pard'ning voice, O, let me hear, To still each unbelieving fear, Nor let me fall, I pray.
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Let me among thy saints be found, Whene'er the archangel's trump shall sound, To see thy smiling face; Then loud through all the crowd I'll sing, While heaven's resounding mansions ring With shouts of endless grace.

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