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288 Can cleanse the vilest sinner's guilt, And soften hearts of stone. 9 Low at thy feet I bow, Oh pity and forgive; Here will I lie, and wait till thou Shalt bid me raise and live.

1 My former hopes are fled, My terror now begins: I feel, alas! that I am dead In trespasses and sins.

2 Ah, whither shall I fly? I hear the thunder roar: The law proclaims destruction nigh, And vengeance at the door.

3 When I review my ways, I dread impending doom; But sure a friendly whisper says, "Flee from the wrath to come."

4 I see, or think I see, A glimm'ring from afar; A beam of day that shines for me, To save me from despair.

5 Forerunner of the sun, It marks the pilgrim's way; I'll gaze upon it while I run, And watch the rising day.

I soul is beset With grief and dismay, I owe a vast debt, And nothing can pay: I must go to prison Unless that dear Lord