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When the dread “ITE” hall divide

Thoe limbs of death from Thy left ide,

Let thoe life-peaking lips command

That I inherit Thy right hand!

O, hear a uppliant heart all cruh'd,

And crumbled into contrite dut!

My hope, my fear—my Judge, my Friend!

Take charge of me, and of my end!