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When Rising From The Bed Of Death

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When rising from the bed of death,
O’erwhelmed 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, shalt 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.

For never shall my soul despair
Her pardon to procure,
Who knows Thine only Son has died
To make her pardon sure.
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Anil Kumar Panda 26 October 2019
Great poem to reflect upon. 'But Thou hast told the troubled mind Who does her sins lament, The timely tribute of her tears Shall endless woe prevent.'... is so nice. Like to read again and again. Loved it.
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Dr Antony Theodore 05 March 2019
soul, pardon, no despair, the sorrow in the heart......... very fine poem. tony
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