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AND AFTER DEATH THE JUDGEMENT




Stoop down, my thoughts, that use to rise,
Converse awhile with death;
Think how a gasping mortal lies,
And pants away his breath.


His quivering lip hangs feebly down,
His pulses faint and few;
Then, speechless, with a doleful groan
He bids the world adieu.


But O! the soul that never dies!
At once it leaves the clay!
Ye thoughts, pursue it where it flies,
And track its wondrous way.


Up to the courts where angels dwell,
It mounts triumphant there;
Or plunges guilty down to hell,
In infinite despair.


And must my body faint and die?
And must this soul remove?
O for some guardian angel nigh,
To bear it safe above!


Jesus, to thy dear faithful hand
My naked soul I trust,
And my flesh waits for thy command
To drop into my dust.


---Alternative verses---


Up to the courts where angels dwell,
It mounts triumphant there;
Or devils plunge it down to hell,
In infinite despair.

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates:
      Bible Refs:
      LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
      Hymn/Song Book Year Song #
      # 28
      1866# 1172
      MUSIC
      Name: DUNDEE (FRENCH)
      Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1615
        SCORE PREVIEW
        score
        ALTERNATIVE TUNES
        Name meter
        8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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