A CHILD'S PRAYER
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And as I gazed a fearful shuddering
Crept o'er me. Methought I heard a voice say
"What shall th'account be like that thou wilt bring
Unto thy Maker on the Judgement Day?"
Crept o'er me. Methought I heard a voice say
"What shall th'account be like that thou wilt bring
Unto thy Maker on the Judgement Day?"
Ah! Then I felt afraid to die! A prayer
That I might live ascended up on high,
To expiate the past, my soul prepare
For its celestial home above the sky.
That I might live ascended up on high,
To expiate the past, my soul prepare
For its celestial home above the sky.
