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The dying robber raised his aching brow




The dying robber raised
his aching brow
To claim the dying Lord for company;
And heard, in answer
to his trembling bow,
The promise of the King:
Thou—even thou—
Today shalt be in Paradise with me.


We, too, the measure
of our guilt confess,
Knowing Thy mercy, Lord,
our only plea;
That we, like him,
through judgment and distress,
For all the weight of our unworthiness
May win our way
to Paradise with Thee.


But so bewildered
is our failing heart,
So dim the luster of Thy royalty,
We hardly know Thee, Lord,
for what Thou art,
Till we begin to take the better part
And lose ourselves
in Paradise with Thee.


Then lift our eyes, dear Lord,
from this poor dross,
To see Thee reigning in humility,
The King of love; that,
wresting gain from loss,
We, too, may climb
the ladder of the cross,
To find our home
in Paradise with Thee.

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LYRICS
Meter: 10 10 10 10 10
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates: 1905
      Bible Refs: Lk 23:43;
      LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
      Hymn/Song Book Year Song #
      1906# 114
      MUSIC
      Name: OLD 124TH
      Meter: 10 10 10 10 10
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1551
        LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
        Hymn/Song Book Song # Key
        # 509F
        # 912F

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