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Sinful rebellious clay, what unknown place
Shall hide it from thy face,
When earth shall vanish from thy sight;
The heavens that never err'd,
But observed
Thy laws, shall from thy presence take their flight,
And, killed with glory, their bright eyes star dead,
Start from their head;
Lord how shall we,
Thy enemies, endure to see
So bright, to killing majesty;
Mercy, dear Saviour, thy judgment seat
We dare not, Lord, intreats
We're condemn'd already there.
Mercy, vouchsafe one look
Of life; Lord, we can read thy saving Jesus here
And in his name our own salvation see
Lord set us free;
The book of sin
Is cross'd within,
Our debts are paid thee.
ON HEAVEN.
O beauteous God, upcircumscribed treasure
Of an eternal pleasure;
Thy throne is seated far
Above the highest star,
Where thou'st prepar'd a glorious place,
Within the brightness of thy face,
For every spirit
To inherit,
