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 Walk through the earth unheard, unſeen, And lay their ſnares for thoughtleſs men; Tempt us to ſin againſt our God, And draw us to hell's downward road.

But God can all their power refrain: My Saviour hold them in his chain, Till at his bar they all appear, And meet their final ſentence there.

ORD I confeſs thy ſentence juſt, That ſinful man should turn to duſt. That I e'er long ſhould yield my breath, The captive of all conquering death.

Soon will the awful hour appear, When I muſt quit my dwelling here; Theſe active limbs, to worms a prey, In the cold grave muſt waſte away; Nor ſhall I ſhare in all that's done, In this wide world, beneath the ſun.

To diſtant climes, and feats unknown, My naked ſpirit muſt be gone; To God its Maker muſt return, And ever joy, or ever mourn.

No room for penitence and pray'r, No farther preparation there Can e'er be mace; the thought is vain, My ſlate unalterable muſt remain. Awake my ſoul, without delay, That if God ſummons thee this day,