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Dreadful, all power poeing,

Saving freely thoe confeing,

Save Thou me, O Fount of Bleing!

Think, O, for what reaon

Thou didt bear earth's pite and treaon,

Nor me loe in that dread eaon!

Seeking me Thy worn feet hated,

On the cros Thy foul death tated

Let uch travail not be wated!

Righteous Judge of retribution!

Make me gift of abolution

Ere that day of execution!