  (illuminated capital) Standing upon the awful brink, Almost too faint to pray or think, Thou who canst pain and fear control, My God, have mercy on my soul! A chilling gloom I feel within, A trembling consciousness of sin; I cannot to my mind recall What sins—but Thou hast marked them all. Oh, let my soul some promise hear From Thy blest Word to calm her fear; Oh, bid this doubt, this anguish cease— My Saviour say, “Depart in peace!” Thou know’st I loved Thee,—weak might be My faith—but it was fixed on Thee; Thou didst a gracious promise make— Oh, save me for Thy mercy’s sake! Methinks I hear my Lord reply: “Fear not, for I am ever nigh; In life—in death—beyond the grave— My arm shall guide, support, and save. “Thy ransom hath been paid by love, Thy mansion is prepared above; No power of death, or hell, or sin, From Me one pardoned soul shall win!” |
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