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Rh When Thy foes are all confounded,

And with bitter flames urrounded,

Call me to Thy blis unbounded.

From the dut, I pray Thee, hear me:

When my end hall come, be near me;

Let Thy grace utain and cheer me.

Ah, that day, that day of weeping,

When, no more in ashes sleeping,

Man shall rise and stand before Thee!

Spare him, spare him, I implore Thee.