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When rising from the bed of death,

Overwhelmed with guilt and fear,

I see my Maker face to face,

O how shall I appear?

If yet, while pardon may be found,

And mercy may be sought,

My heart with inward horror shrinks,

And trembles at the thought;

When Thou, O Lord, shall stand disclosed

In majesty severe,

And sit in judgment on my soul,

O how shall I appear?

But Thou hast told the troubled mind

Who does her sins lament,

The timely tribute of her tears

Shall endless woe prevent.

Then see the sorrow of my heart,

Ere yet it be too late;

And hear my Savior’s dying groans,

To give those sorrows weight.

Poem by Joseph Addison