190 ~ When Thou, My Righteous Judge
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When Thou, my righteous Judge, shalt 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? 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; Nor can I bear the piercing thought, To have my worthless name left out, When Thou for them shalt call, 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 pardoning voice, O let me hear, To still each unbelieving fear, Nor let me fall, I pray, 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 joyfully Thy praise I'll sing, While heaven's resounding mansions ring With shouts of endless grace, With shouts of endless grace.