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106 But, none shall sink to everlasting woe,

That have not well deserved the wrath of Heaven.

And, oh! there lives within my heart

A hope, long nursed by me;

(And, should its cheering ray depart,

How dark my soul would be!)

That as in Adam all have died,

In Christ shall all men live;

And ever round his throne abide,

Eternal praise to give.

That even the wicked shall at last

Be fitted for the skies;

And, when their dreadful doom is past,

To life and light arise.

I ask not, how remote the day,

Nor what the sinners' woe,

Before their dross is purged away;

Enough for me, to know

That when the cup of wrath is drained,

The metal purified,

They'll cling to what they once disdained,

And live by Him that died.

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