O God, my inmost soul convert
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O God, my inmost soul convert,And deeply on my thoughtful heartEternal things impress;Cause me to feel their solemn weight,And tremble on the brink of fate,And wake to righteousness.
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Before me place in dread arrayThe pomp of that tremendous dayWhen thou with clouds shalt comeTo judge the nations at thy bar;And tell me, Lord, shall I be there,To hear thy welcome home?
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Be this my one great business here,With serious industry and fearEternal bliss t' insure—Thy utmost counsel to fulfill,And suffer all thy righteous will,And to the end endure.
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Then, Father, then my soul receive,Transported from this vale, to liveAnd reign with thee above,Where faith is sweetly lost in sight,And hope in full, supreme delight,And everlasting love.