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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 starstaring [sic] 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.

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,