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Full speed along the world’s highway,
By crowds of eager travellers trod,
My soul, my soul, a moment stay,
To hold communion with thy God.
He spake with Abraham at the oak,
He called Elisha from the plough,
David he from the sheep-folds took;
Thy day, thy hour of grace is now.
Earth, with thy vanities depart!
My God, I stand alone with thee;
Thine eye is looking on my heart;
Oh! what a noon is risen on me!
Struck to the ground, like conscious Saul,
And blinded with the sudden view,
Trembling, astonished, “Lord,” I call,
“What wouldst thou have thy servant do?”
My sins, as fresh-committed, rise;
My secret sins, by darkness sealed,
Before my Judge’s flaming eyes,
Are all in naked guilt revealed.
Lord, lay thine hand upon my head;
A touch, a word, will make me whole;
Speak with the voice that wakes the dead,
Peace, pardon, comfort, to my soul.
Then, though I shudder at thy sight,
Through him who my offences bore,
In light, as God is in the light,
I walk by faith, and sin no more.
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