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|WHEN Thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come
To fetch Thy ransomed people home,
Shall I among them stand?
Shall such a worthless one as I,
Who sometimes am afraid to die,
Be found at Thy right hand?
|2||I love to meet among them now,
Before Thy gracious feet to bow,
Though so far short I fall
But can I bear the solemn thought,
What if my name should be left out,
When Thou for them shalt call?
|3||O Lord, prevent it by Thy grace;
Be Thou, dear Lord, my hiding-place,
In this accepted day;
Thy pardoning voice, O let me hear!
To calm my unbelieving fear;
Nor let me fall, I pray.
|4||Let me among Thy saints be found,
Whene’er the archangel’s trump shall sound,
To see Thy smiling face;
Then loudest of that throng I’ll sing,
When Heaven’s resounding mansions ring
With songs of sovereign grace.
|Lady Huntingdon’s Hymnbook, 1774|