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| TREMBLING before thine awful throne, | |
| O Lord! in dust my sins I own: | |
| Justice and Mercy for my life | |
| Contend!—Oh, smile, and heal the strife! | |
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| The Saviour smiles! Upon my soul | 5 |
| New tides of hope tumultuous roll: | |
| His voice proclaims my pardon found, | |
| Seraphic transport wings the sound! | |
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| Earth has a joy unknown in heaven,— | |
| The new-born peace of sin forgiven! | 10 |
| Tears of such pure and deep delight, | |
| Ye angels! never dimmed your sight. | |
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| Ye saw of old on chaos rise | |
| The beauteous pillars of the skies; | |
| Ye know where morn exulting springs, | 15 |
| And evening folds her drooping wings. | |
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| Bright heralds of the Eternal Will, | |
| Abroad his errands ye fulfil; | |
| Or, throned in floods of beamy day, | |
| Symphonious in his presence play. | 20 |
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| Loud is the song,—the heavenly plain | |
| Is shaken with the choral strain; | |
| And dying echoes, floating far, | |
| Draw music from each chiming star. | |
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| But I amid your choirs shall shine, | 25 |
| And all your knowledge shall be mine; | |
| Ye on your harps must lean to hear | |
| A secret chord that mine will bear! | |
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