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Horror of Nature, Hell, and Death!

When a deep groan from beneath

Shall cry, "We come, we come!" and all

The caves of night anwer one call.

O that book! whoe leaves o bright

Will et the world in evere light.

O that Judge! whoe hand, whoe eye

None can endure, yet none can fly.

Ah then, poor oul! what wilt thou ay?

And to what patron chooe to pray,

When tars themelves hall tagger, and

The mot firm foot no more hall tand?

But Thou giv't leave, dread Lord, that we

Take helter from Thyelf in Thee;

And with the wings of Thine own dove

Fly to Thy ceptre of oft love!