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Children you'll meet your fon again, When 'wake from his long deep-.
It was for fome wife end,
To us it is unknown, Why Jefus took your lovely fon,
Altho' he Was his own.
Methinks in filencc he does fpeak,
His voice is to us all, Bids us prepare our Judge to meet,
Be ready when he calls,
If your peace with God is made,
Happy will be the hour, We may meet our Judge, be not afraid
Of his extenfive power.
That blooming flower your lovely bud,
From us has took a flight, We trull he's nowpraifing his Cod,
There cloathed in raiment white.
Pity his parents dear,
Sanctity the rod, Jefus to thee bring them near,
Oh walh them in thy blood.
Jefus with thee I leave this cafe, With thy father now to plead,
Nor do I doubt thy father's grace, He is a friend in time»of need.
Oh I my God hear thy Son, When he intercedes with thee,,
