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 Who shall pray for thy transgression? Who for thee make intercession? In the last and dreadful session Who shall be thy refuge tower?

Peaceful angels round thee soaring, As 'tis written; tho' deploring, Yet acknowledge all adoring That the Judge's doom is just.

And what harder yet appeareth, God's creation all upreareth And with wrath redoubled teareth Wretched sinner's conscience curst.

Conscience bearing attestation To her own prevarication, Can in heaven's condemnation Nought but even justice find.

Then such forms of wrath address her, And with pains so sore distress her, That the soul, such griefs oppress her, Maddens into fury blind.

By the blessed reprobated, And to hopeless sorrow fated, Ruin'd, blighted, desolated, Down she sinks for ever lost,